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Chapter 5393: Qualified Dad

The little guy let out a "poof," opened his toothless mouth, and gave his dad a disdainful look.

Qiao Mu circled her husband, reaching out to hug her son, but Mo Lian evaded her several times.

"What are you doing?" Lady Qiao Qiao huffed, glaring at her husband.

Mo Lian patted their son twice. "Wait, wait. I estimate he's about to poop. After he's done, I'll wash him and then give him to you."

"Alright," the little stoic quickly pulled her hand back, nodding earnestly. "This time, don't throw the dirty diaper around randomly. It would be quite embarrassing if it landed on Imperial Father's face."

Mo Lian: ...

Believe it or not, Mo Lian, this guy, had served his son's pooping needs so many times that he had developed a complete routine. As long as he paid attention to his son's expression, he could estimate when the little fellow was about to go...

"How do you know he's about to go?" The little stoic looked at her husband, who was handling a clean diaper, with a curious expression. "Husband, your technique has become much more skilled."

You try changing a baby's diaper six or seven times a day; how could you not be skilled? Crown Prince Mo rolled his eyes. "Qiao Qiao, when I'm not here during the day, does this guy not need to relieve himself?"

Qiao Mu shook her head. "He doesn't even pee much, let alone poop."

She suddenly paused, as if discovering a new continent, and said excitedly, "Husband! Have you noticed, our son poops more when he's with you?"

Mo Lian: ...

Feng Chen, who had just entered, almost burst out laughing upon hearing this. He quickly chimed in, teasing, "Yes, yes, I think Mo Lian just has a face that makes Mo Bao want to poop."

Mo Lian absolutely did not want to say a single word to this troublesome 'rotten peach'!

"Husband, you've truly gone through a lot," the little stoic sighed, her bright, blinking eyes looking sympathetically at Mo Lian. "There's nothing to be done; Little Dumpling just wants to poop when he sees you. From now on, no matter how busy you are, you'll have to come back on time."

Wife, if your eyes weren't sparkling with a mischievous, gloating smile, your words would sound much more sincere!

"Husband, don't panic. Little Dumpling will get better when he's a bit older."

"For now, I can only rely on you."

Mo Lian nodded, a forced smile on his face, and dryly told his wife, "It's no trouble at all."

Feng Chen was laughing so hard he almost fell over. He simply dragged a stool and sat down beside Mo Lian. "Come, come, let me see. My Little Dumpling really does look like Qiao Qiao!"

Mo Lian: ...

This person's skill at lying through his teeth was truly not high. He clearly has a wrinkled little face; you can't see anything! If you had to say he looked like someone, what was visible now were Little Dumpling's deep, beautiful phoenix eyes, which looked exactly like his father's.

The crucial thing was that his wife, she wasn't a humble person. As soon as someone said their son looked like her, she would immediately nod in agreement, with an expression that said, "You have excellent taste," and then she'd praise the person, "You're absolutely right. Little Dumpling really looks like me; he'll definitely be very beautiful in the future."

Mo Lian glanced at Feng Chen, seeing the fellow secretly twitch his lips.

"Clang!" The palace door made a loud noise.

Guang Guang ran in, panting. As soon as he saw Qiao Mu, he cried out as if seeing a long-lost relative and pounced.

"Aunt Qiao! Woo woo woo woo... Little Monk and I were beaten today!"

Qiao Mu was startled. She turned to see Little Monk and Little Monkey entering.