Nan Mufeng was unhappy: "What's more important than me?"
"Uh..." Jian Xi couldn't answer.
"For the sake of our son and Little Watermelon, we need to work harder!" Nan Mufeng grabbed his phone, "Let me see when is the easiest time to conceive."
Jian Xi was amazed, moving closer: "How do you check?"
Xiyou!
Nan Mufeng actually downloaded Xiyou on his phone!
Jian Xi almost spat blood: "Husband! You're a man!"
"Nonsense! Of course I'm a man! A very manly man!"
"But you downloaded this thing..."
"It's for you, of course."
Jian Xi still couldn't accept it: "Husband, people will laugh at you!"
"I want to produce Little Watermelon, this app can help me." Nan Mufeng said confidently.
Years ago, when Little Pumpkin was born, he was just as eager. Years later, he hadn't changed.
Nan Mufeng's thinking was still very simple: his wife loved to run too much, with Little Watermelon she wouldn't run anymore. The remaining path, he'd run. The remaining challenges, he'd conquer!
