"Thank you."
With a gentle smile, Kang Li glanced at Jiang Boya.
"I've said it many times already, no need to be so polite with your father."
Jiang Boya spoke while already seated at the piano bench.
"Listen to your father; after all, he's the child's grandfather. Now he's teaching his grandson prenatal music—it's only natural."
Jiang Hongfa said with a chuckle.
"There's nothing 'natural' about it. Usually prenatal education is the parents' responsibility. Still, if other family members help out, it won't do the child any harm."
Her brows curved like a crescent moon as Kang Li lifted her tea and took a small sip.
The graceful piano melody slowly diffused through the living room. At that moment, Kang Li's gaze lingered on Jiang Boya's figure, thinking this biological father wasn't so bad after all.
