Jian Shichu laughed, pulled his hand away from the computer, turned slightly, and wrapped Ye Qingci into his embrace. "Why won't you let me off? Have more kids, keep having them endlessly, until you give birth to one who actually listens?"
Ye Qingci: "..."
Does she really have to give birth to a bunch of kids just to have one who listens?
Why does that sound so terrifying?
She punched Jian Shichu in dissatisfaction. "No way! My baby in the future will definitely be obedient, well-behaved, and capable. My baby is already so obedient, well-behaved, and capable even in my tummy. Once born, the baby will absolutely be the best of the best."
Jian Shichu laughed. "There's a saying, 'To every parent, their own children are the best, just like how crops always look better on someone else's land.' All parents think their kids are the best. You think this way, and others think this way too."
