Lin Qingshan chuckled softly, tucked Ning Xinrou in properly, and jumped straight off the kang bed.
He sat down beside Goudan's bed.
Lin Qingshan reached out and gently flicked his son's forehead, tucking in the corners of the blanket for the boy.
"What nonsense are you talking about?"
"What do you mean you only care about your sister?"
"Not to mention there isn't a sister yet, but even if there were, would you and Choudan cease to be my sons?"
"Regardless of how many children your mother and I have, you'd all be our treasures..."
Perhaps it was the calmness of the night that made it easier to utter such embarrassingly sweet words.
Ning Xinrou heard her husband's rarely spoken tender words, poked her head out of the blankets, and her eyes twinkled with a soft light.
Looking at her husband and child, the emaciated contours of her face faintly showed her past grace and elegance.
Upon hearing Lin Qingshan's words, Goudan chuckled softly.