Bao'er was dressed warmly, so falling on her little bottom didn't actually hurt. However, when her father asked, Bao'er felt wronged, and her big eyes welled up with tears: "It hurts!"
Cui Du was heartbroken, holding his daughter and comforting her.
Jiang Shaohua chuckled: "She only fell lightly, how could it hurt that much? Don't spoil her, let her come down and walk over by herself."
Normally, Cui Du was very obedient to Jiang Shaohua, but when it came to the child, he wasn't willing to listen: "Bao'er is only one year old, she can practice walking slowly, no need to rush."
Jiang Shaohua glanced at him with a smile: "I started practicing horseback riding at four years old, never stopping in severe cold or heat, practicing for one or two hours at a time. By six, I began training in martial arts and weapons, often getting battered and bruised."
"With you spoiling the child like this, what will you do when Bao'er starts learning martial arts in the future?"
