Ye Qingci burst into laughter, "What kind of magic is that? It's just a coincidence."
Jian Shichu kissed his son again, "Even if it's a coincidence, there are too many of them, right? Anyway, I just feel my son has extraordinary talent and is unique!"
"Yes, yes," Ye Qingci said with a smile, "Since he's the son of Seventh Master Jian, how can he not be extraordinarily talented and unique? The son of Seventh Master Jian is naturally exceptional!"
Ye Qingci laughed uncontrollably at Jian Shichu's proud expression.
What parent doesn't think their own child is the best?
In the eyes of parents, no matter how excellent other people's children are, in their hearts, their own child is always the best.
Jian Shichu felt he was being laughed at by his wife, so he held the child and pinned Ye Qingci beneath him, squinting dangerously, "Laughing at me? Hm?"
Ye Qingci laughed and pushed him, "Stop it, stop it, or you'll wake the child up, he's sleeping so soundly!"
