Qiong Xing had often listened to the stories told by the fathers who already had children in the hideout.
Many times they would complain and asking why their child had inherited such strange habits from them.
Thinking about those stories, Qiong Xing imagined himself running around behind his child in worry.
The image made him laugh.
"Yeah… if that happens, I probably won't even have time to sit around feeling depressed," Elias said with a small smile.
"That's right. Do your best, Papa," Qiong Xing replied playfully.
"Hm? Isn't Mama going to work hard too?" Elias asked.
"Mama doesn't have much physical strength," Qiong Xing said with a light laugh. "I'm sure the Papas will do their best. You shouldn't underestimate a child's energy."
"In that case, we're the right people for the job," Elias replied. "Mama should stay beside us and watch over everything so he doesn't collapse."
"As expected of Papa," Qiong Xing said warmly.
