The next day.
Wang Xiaoqiang appeared at Zhong Ping's villa in the United States. His son could now walk and was running around the villa. Although he wasn't as big as Little Bao, he was just as sturdy and could even talk; he could call him dad now, and Wang Xiaoqiang was very happy.
"Ping, you've been wronged," Wang Xiaoqiang felt guilty when he thought about how he had visited her and their son less often since she gave birth.
Zhong Ping's face was filled with happy smiles... "Wronged? I don't feel wronged at all. Since having our son, I've been even happier than before. Every day, I spend time cuddling and playing with him, watching him grow a little more each day. After struggling for most of my life, these are truly rare days of leisure."
"However..." Zhong Ping's tone suddenly changed, "Little Qiang, because I haven't been managing the supermarket during this period, we almost had a big problem..."