Holding her soft little hand, Sun Lifang picked up her daughter.

This is something the postpartum care doctor taught us: babies have strong gripping power, so you can lift them up by their legs without hurting them.

Holding her in her arms, so soft and fragrant, Sun Lifang's heart melted instantly. "She's so adorable! How could I have such a lovely daughter?"

A sigh suddenly came from the side. The man who stood up had a normal expression and looked at them with deep eyes.

He didn't seem angry, and Sun Lifang smiled and told him to keep sleeping, "I'll take care of the child, you should get some rest."

Couples should be considerate of each other. Although Zhou Yunshi is not a "perfect man" and can't handle Zhou Xinyuan, Sun Lifang doesn't mind. She thinks to herself, "Men need encouragement. I will gradually flatter him and push him into the position of a good father."

Next, all the man needs to do is say one more sentence—

No matter what, Sun Lifang would always praise him highly.

But no.

Without saying a word, Zhou Yunshi glanced at her and then casually walked past her.

I'm sleepy, I must be sleepy.

Sun Lifang tried to make amends for Zhou Yunshi, thinking to herself: A woman shouldn't be too sensitive; she should have a degree of insensitivity. Being a little less sensitive makes one happier.

Footsteps sounded, and the person who had just left returned.

"Haha, how come you—" The woman had just looked up when she saw the man pick up another person from the sofa, doing a one-handed airplane hug, his arm draped over the other person like a towel.

OK, that's fair.

The twins, a boy and a girl, each have their own, and they each take care of their own.

Holding her own baby, Sun Lifang looked down and saw the baby's expectant expression, staring at each other with wide eyes.

A few minutes later, he finally couldn't help but sigh.

Sun Lifang stood up, looking for her coat, muttering as she searched, "I really can't stand you. Is it really that nice outside? Why do you have to go outside?"

After saying that, she turned around and saw the man's ambiguous smile.

Stunned, Sun Lifang was certain that Zhou Yunshi had something to say, but he wouldn't say it.

I'll just stare at you with that gloomy look.

I grabbed a big coat, the kind that could cover two people, tied Xiaobao to my body facing each other, and then fastened the outer buttons of the coat.

Alright, you can go out now.

As soon as she opened the door, a strong gust of wind hit her, making Sun Lifang shiver.

Spring evenings in Shanghai are still quite cool.

No one would go out in the middle of the night when they should be sleeping.

But there was no way around it; having a wild girl in the family meant that even if it was raining knives outside, she would still go out to see how long the knives were.

Knowing they were going out, the chubby little girl tilted her fair face back, eager to see the scenery outside.

With her tongue sticking out and a cute expression, Sun Lifang withdrew her hand, which she had intended to pinch.

"Hey, my own flesh and blood, my own flesh and blood," Sun Lifang murmured to herself.

As is her habit, she'll go out for a stroll, get excited, and then come back and fall into a deep sleep.

But Sun Lifang was so sleepy that she yawned several times, wiped away her tears, and felt like she was hallucinating.

Otherwise, why would someone who should be at home appear in front of me?

He kept repeating his own words, such as, "Is it really that good outside? Why do we have to go outside?"

They were discussed separately.

Sitting on a park bench, Sun Lifang, feeling drowsy, heard another sentence.

The man sighed softly, "I can't stand you."