"What can two grown men have to discuss?" Lu Ming sounded nonchalant, pulling a cigarette from the box on the table and placing it in his mouth.
The cigarettes on the table belonged to Luo Ziqiao.
Reacting immediately, Luo Ziqiao stretched out his long arm and offered a lighter to ignite Lu Ming's cigarette. "Anything on your mind?" He knew Lu Ming wasn't a smoker.
Lu Ming took a drag, slowly exhaled, his eyes growing deeper and more resolute. He began to speak calmly.
"My son didn't cry when he was born!"
The doctor said his physical condition was fine, but Lu Ming was still worried about potential intellectual development issues.
"..." Luo Ziqiao's heart gave a little jolt, surprised. "And then?"
"He's cried just 3 times over the course of more than half a month!"
"..." Luo Ziqiao's lips twitched, finding this rather peculiar. "Do you suspect there's something wrong with your child?"