"Haven't you ever heard the story of forcing a child to grow by pulling up his seedlings? What does Mobao know now? He's just a child under two years old. Why are you doing this? What if Mobao really gets sick from your exhaustion? Then what should we do?"

"Dad, I know you are worried about Mo Bao, but I know what's going on."

But it would have been better if Li Beichen didn’t say this.

After Li Beichen finished speaking, Li Jianhong became even more unhappy: "You know what's going on. What do you know? A child who is less than two years old, why are you putting so much pressure on him?"

"You also said he was less than two years old. How could a child less than two years old know what pressure is?"

"Li Beichen, do you know who you are talking to? Do you know what you mean? If you mess around, I will be rude to you. Or you have never taken me, your father, seriously." When he said this, he pointed at Mo Bao and said, "Look, look at Mo Bao, he is still so skinny, and you still bully him like this."

Li Beichen also looked at Mo Bao.

I also saw Mo Bao's pitiful appearance.

Oh, this child is really too smart.

What else could Li Beichen do?

Of course I just had to endure it obediently.

Because there is no need to have unpleasantness with the old man over this matter.

"Hey, I also know very well how much Mo Bao has to bear as a child of the Li family, but I still hope that he can live a happier life. We really don't need to be so cruel, we really can't do that."

Li Jianhong felt a little emotional when he saw his son.

In fact, Li Jianhong could understand Li Beichen's current mood, because he had the same idea at the beginning, and also wanted to teach Li Beichen well. After all, Li Beichen was the child of his beloved life.

"Hey, I thought the same way back then, but no matter what happens, there should be a certain degree of moderation. Our family has all the conditions. You can definitely ask a professional to make a plan based on Mo Bao's body. In this way, it won't harm Mo Bao's body."

Li Jianhong walked towards the desk while saying this.

"Hey, a child over one year old, to put it bluntly, he can't even control his own pee and pee. He may not remember everything you've taught him now, so you're completely wasting your time." As he said this, he walked in front of Mo Bao's notebook.

Li Jianhong casually picked up the small notebook of calligraphy.

When Li Jianhong saw what Mobao wrote in the notebook, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he looked at Li Beichen in disbelief: "Beichen, who wrote this, was it Mobao who wrote this?"

Li Beichen nodded: "Yes, this is what Mo Bao wrote. This child is really smart. I have never seen such a child before. I think we really need to cultivate him well. If we really cultivate him well, then this child's future is really limitless."

When Li Jianhong heard this, he quickly waved to Mo Bao: "Mo Bao, come quickly, come to Grandpa."

After hearing this, Mo Bao walked over with his short legs.

(End of this chapter)