"Little Zhiyi, Auntie is back! Look what I bought for you, a toy that plays music!"
"Tsk, are you smiling? There's nothing funny, cry for me so I can see!"
At half past six in the evening, Wu Wenyue and Xu Manning came back home from work, changed into their slippers, and headed straight to the children's room, teasing the baby Huang Zhiyi in the crib.
Miss Xu also bought a crib mobile, and while installing it according to the instructions, she showed disdain for Wenyue's rough way of affection towards the baby.
"Act like an adult, the child is so young, why do you keep scaring him... hey, gentle with the kisses!"
Wu Wenyue retorted: "It's not like it's our child, why are you feeling bad? If you love kids so much, why not have one yourself?"
"It's like kittens and puppies; only others' are the best, raising your own feels like trouble... Where's the rattle you bought? Take it out and see if he likes it."
"Here it is, see this!"
