Zhou Lian watched Zhang Hongying stare at the heated brick bed, her eyes sparkling as if she were gazing at a devastatingly handsome man. Zhou Lian touched her forehead and chuckled. 'Kids who grow up spoiled by their families are always so innocent.'
"Alright. When the time comes, I'll have my husband teach you how to use the heated bed," Zhou Lian said to her with a gentle smile.
"Really? That's wonderful! I'll treat you all to a meal then!" Zhang Hongying exclaimed excitedly. 'This is great,' she thought. 'Now I don't have to worry about Dad using 'not knowing how' as an excuse.'
"Classmate Zhou Lian, your daughter is just too adorable." Watching Nuonuo stand up unsteadily, take two wobbly steps, lose her balance and plop back down on the heated bed, only to crawl up and try again, made Zhang Hongying's heart flutter. Her eyes practically had little stars in them.
