Luoz: "..."
All those words for nothing!
In the end, the crib was still left in Zhang Yuan's bedroom. Seeing Luoz finally compromise, Zhang Yuan's lips curled into a rare smile as she made a victory gesture, "Oh, yeah!"
Luoz hummed ambiguously, ignoring her. Did she really think leaving the crib here meant their son would stay here?
(Little Haoyan: Why do I smell the beginning of a tug-of-war?)
At noon, after lunch, Zhang Yuan fell asleep, and Little Haoyan also dozed off in the crib beside her bed.
In just a few days, the little guy looked different than when he was born. The wrinkles on his face had faded, leaving behind a rosy, chubby face, chubby little hands. In a word, he could only be described as chubby.
Zhang Yuan hadn't been asleep long when Luoz tiptoed into the room. He glanced at Zhang Yuan, then at their sleeping son. Once he was sure Zhang Yuan was truly asleep, he gently picked up their son, took another sneaky look at Zhang Yuan, and left the room.
