Ye Wanying gently rubbed her son's cheeks, her face beaming with joy.
"Go ahead, and come down as soon as you get it. Dad and Mom will be waiting for you here."
The little guy was even happier now:
"Okay, Mom, don't worry, Tuanzi will keep an eye on Second Grandpa."
Pfft, you little brat, do you even know how to supervise?
However, Ye Wanying will no longer question the child's various issues, nor will she inquire about what the child thinks or does. She will simply wait until the child comes to report to her on their own initiative.
At that time, if the child wants to talk about the process, then they can talk about it; if they don't want to talk about it, then it just means that the child doesn't intend to talk about it, and there's no need to force them to know.
As children grow up, parents must learn to let go.
Otherwise, when the child reaches adolescence, all of the previous issues will become the trigger, and if not handled properly, they will all erupt. At that time, if not handled properly, it will cause serious harm to the child.
After the child followed Ye Lao Er up the old-fashioned elevator from the stairwell, the couple began to chat quietly.
"Honey~"
"Um?"
"I think we should reflect on this. Actually, we're not very good at raising a child."
"How so?"
The young wife's question is quite novel.
At least, Gao Dan has not heard such a statement so far.
It seems that most parents take it for granted that they are always right, and as for reflection, those two words probably don't even exist in their dictionary.
Ye Wanying didn't stand on ceremony and repeated all the questions she had thought of before. Gao Dan, despite not paying much attention to his son, listened very attentively.
"Honey, our son isn't as likely to go astray as you might think, is he?"
Genetic issues are predetermined and cannot mutate easily.
From the Gu and Ye family elders to Gao Dan and Ye Wanying's parents, while they weren't exactly saints, they weren't bad either.
"If he has the ability, let him try turning it crooked!"
It's not that his father was too confident.
If the little guy ever goes astray, he'll probably face his father's merciless torment.
His father was gentle and tender towards his wife, but towards everyone else, he was ruthless and merciless.
Not to mention his long-time rival, who's always been competing with his father for a wife.
Perhaps his father was actually hoping that this would actually happen.
Then he could legitimately start teaching, otherwise, he would always have his young wife protecting him, and of course, his large family of powerful backers.
...
At this very moment, the little boy had no idea that his father and mother had just had a conversation about his future upbringing and education.
As soon as they stepped out of the elevator with Ye Lao Er, they were immediately dazzled by the magnificent and glittering decorations of the lobby.
Yes, that's right, there's golden light everywhere.
Currently, this can be considered to be in line with the aesthetics of this era. After all, the imperial palaces of all dynasties have always regarded yellow as the color of honor.
This is the symbol of luxury, nobility, and extravagance.
Inside the hall, deafening pop music was blaring. On the stage at the far end, several men and women were singing while holding broken guitars. A few people below the stage were dancing to the music. Perhaps because it was daytime, there weren't many people in the hall.
If it's evening, how can there be so few people?
Every night, the hall is packed with people.
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