The next day at noon.
Kang Li accompanied Jiang Hongfa and Jiang Boya, the father and son, in the living room on the first floor, enjoying tea. Suddenly, Jiang Boya glanced at the time on his watch and then stood up: "It's time to do some prenatal education for the baby, I'll go play some music."
"Thank you."
With a smile, Kang Li glanced at Jiang Boya.
"I've said it many times, there's no need to be so polite with Dad."
As Jiang Boya spoke, he was already seated at the piano bench.
"Listen to your dad, there's no need to be polite with him. After all, he's the child's grandfather, and it's only right to do prenatal education for his own grandchild."
Jiang Hongfa said with a smile.
"Nothing is justifiable; doing prenatal education is generally the responsibility of the parents. However, it's not harmful if other family members help with it."
With eyebrows curved like the crescent moon, Kang Li took a slight sip of the tea before her.
