Song Tingfan glanced at him, reached out to take it, but instead of wiping himself, he squatted down to wipe the child.
Lin Ling shook his head, worriedly said, "Daddy, you wipe. Don't get cold, you'll get sick, and then you'll need medicine." Saying so, he took the cloth and wiped from his forehead to his chin.
Lin Qiao watched for a while, feeling complicated, then looked away.
The rain poured until evening. After dinner, Lin Qiao gave Lin Ling a bath and carried him into Xu Dagui's room.
Lin Ling looked around, grinned and said, "Mom, later you should sleep with daddy. I want to sleep by myself."
"What's this, you don't want mom to sleep with you anymore? Mom is hurt." Lin Qiao pinched his little face, this heartless guy, she worried he would cry.
Lin Ling leaned over and kissed her twice, "Big treasure says when mom and dad sleep together, you'll get a little sister. I want a sister."
