That evening, Huang Ying planned to sleep with Zhang Qian and the baby, thinking it would be easier to take care of them at night.
Zhang Qian didn't refuse, but she reminded her, "Mom, this little guy can be a handful at night. You won't get much rest. Why don't you sleep in the same room as Dad?"
'They're already exhausted after a two-day train ride,' Zhang Qian thought.
Huang Ying smiled. "It's fine. What baby doesn't fuss at night? He's probably either hungry or needs a diaper change. I have experience."
Zhang Qian could only smile and nod. "All right, let's get some sleep then."
Sure enough, just as Huang Ying was drifting off, she heard the baby cry. She quickly opened her eyes and sat up.
She turned to see that Zhang Qian was also awake. Huang Ying waved a hand at her. "You go back to sleep. Let me see if he's wet his diaper."
