Mo Qingze was not afraid of his wife's teasing. He clumsily touched his face and gently placed his hand on his wife's belly, "As long as it grows up obediently and doesn't trouble you, even if it laughs at me in the future, I will not spank it."
"Pfft!"
Cui Qingrou couldn't help but laugh and chided, "Then you must not keep spanking Zhenzhen on a whim. If the one in your belly sees that, it will be frightened."
Mo Qingze raised an eyebrow and asked, "Has that rascal caused trouble again and gone to Rourou for help?"
It was not surprising that Mo Qingze would suspect this, as Zhenzhen was too mischievous. Since starting school, he often got into trouble with his classmates, frequently infuriating the master so much that he threatened to expel him.
Although the master cherished talent and only spoke in frustration, he could not help but inform Mo Qingze, the father, each time. After several instances, Mo Qingze was too embarrassed to face the master.