Liang Yuening rocked the little baby left and right. As a father, he was very exhausted, but the little baby wasn't buying it, continuing to cry loudly with a wide-open mouth.
Until a certain moment, miraculously, the baby who was crying with tears and snot all over the face suddenly leaned over curiously on Yuening's shoulder, looking over Yuening's back.
Yuening thought he had succeeded, thinking that the reason the baby stopped crying was because he had soothed him. He secretly wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, thinking to himself, "I guess I've gotten the hang of this now."
There it was, even a little demon star that was born to counter him was subdued by him, and he finally found the dignity of being a father, feeling secretly delighted.
Yuening, with his back to the door, gently slapped the soft white little bottom of the rascal, "You little rascal, just causing trouble all day. Wait until your mother comes back, you'll see if I don't tell on you!"
