"Yes!" Lu Jianguo nodded.

"Mingfang and Chunling have been upstairs for a while, right? Why haven't they come down yet?" Mr. Lu suddenly spoke.

"How about we go up and take a look?" Lu Zezhi suggested.

He also wanted to meet Tuan Tuan, after all, he was the first great-grandson of the Lu family.

After all, he is Tuantuan's second grandfather, so it's only right for him to take a look.

Of course Mr. Lu wanted to. He wished he could watch Tuantuan 24 hours a day, but unfortunately the child was too young to be taken out.

When he went to Jinfeng's room, he would never stay there for more than an hour at most.

This more than an hour was far from enough for Mr. Lu.

"Then go!" Lu Jianguo said.

…

On the second floor, Li Jinfeng and Lu Jianguo's room.

As soon as Song Chunling entered the room, she began to look around.

On the surface, I didn’t see any good stuff, just some ordinary things, mainly for children.

Then there was the basket of oranges in the corner. It looked tempting, but they were also at home. They were given to them by Lu Zezhi's country apprentice. They were not valuable at all, so Song Chunling didn't like them.

But Lu Mingfang was different. As soon as she entered the house, she walked up to Tuan Tuan, touching his little hands and cheeks.

Tuantuan is already nine days old, and his skin is no longer as wrinkled as when he was just born.

Although the skin is still a little red, the whole person looks much better.

The more Li Jinfeng looked at him, the more she liked him. She realized that her son had the potential to become a handsome boy in the future. He was born with excellent conditions.

At this moment, Tuantuan is sleeping, with his little hands clenched into fists and placed next to his mouth, as if he wants to suck his hands.

Just one look and you'll think it's so cute.

"Jinfeng, does Tuantuan always sleep like this?" Lu Mingfang asked, pointing at Tuantuan's clenched fist.

"Not necessarily. This kid's sleeping positions are all weird, but also quite funny." Li Jinfeng said.

Hearing this, Song Chunling quickly came over.

After glancing at him for a few times, he said disapprovingly, "It's okay, there's nothing different. My Lu Hao is so smart and sensible. When he was little, he was so well-behaved!"

"Really? I remember that Lu Hao seemed to have a nickname called Night Crying Boy? Second sister-in-law didn't seem to sleep well at night. The child cried as soon as he fell asleep!" Lu Mingfang said casually, but her eyes were staring at Song Chunling.

She really didn't want to slap her second sister-in-law in the face.

But how can you say such things to a child who is only a few days old?

Li Jinfeng also did not have a good impression of Song Chunling. She still remembered how Song Chunling had asked her whether Mr. Lu had given her anything good.

"Mingfang, can you please refute me before I say anything? After all, I am your second sister-in-law. You can ignore me, but you have to give face to your second brother, right?" Song Chunling asked unbearably.

"If you are right, would I refute you? Second sister-in-law, be honest. Good is good and bad is bad. Is it so difficult? If you are still worried about Dad cutting off your 100 kilograms of fine grains every month, you can go and talk to Dad. Don't take your anger out on other innocent people!" Lu Mingfang told the truth.

She just didn't like this second sister-in-law, who clearly wanted everything but had an expression that said she didn't want anything.

Even at that time, when he came to ask for food, he used Lu Hao and Pei Qing as an excuse.

It is obvious that he himself cannot bear this kind of life, but he pushes it onto his children.

"Lu Mingfang, are you trying to provoke me?"