Mu Wanqing hadn't finished speaking when her son on the floor mat could no longer sit still, lunging forward, trying to move toward her.
Unfortunately, dressed in many layers, and with the month not yet suitable, the little guy crawled on the mat for a long time, only managing to spin in place.
"The son is hungry, you feed him first," Wen Zhan said as he tidied up the messy things, turning around to remind her.
Mu Wanqing looked at him, busy and flustered, her face expressing disbelief, "Why must you do this? What if we don't take good care of the children and they get sick?"
Wen Zhan lifted his brow, "It's the New Year, can't you say something auspicious?"
"…" Mu Wanqing couldn't be bothered with him, and seeing that her son was about to cry from hunger, she had no choice but to pick him up and go back to the room to nurse him.
With the quiet around her, she began to guess the purpose behind Wen Zhan's actions.