Pei Yiting could only switch to a story about a little tadpole looking for its mother.
Just like before, he barely started before Qibao interrupted crisply.
She said she had heard this story already.
"Then let's do the Tortoise and the Hare race." Pei Yiting held back his speechlessness, patiently finding something for the little princess.
The outcome was, without getting to the story Qibao wanted to hear, he pretended to start with random ones here and there. Already too sleepy to keep her eyes open, Qibao slowly drifted off to sleep.
Pei Yiting was almost left in a sweat by Qibao, but now he could finally breathe easy.
Being a dad is truly not easy.
As for being a mom, it's even harder.
He turned to embrace Xia Yueqing, whispered close to her ear and gave a gentle kiss. "You've worked hard these past few years, you've taught Qibao very well."
Xia Yueqing was also feeling sleepy listening to Pei Yiting's bland story, but this sentence woke her up halfway.
