Yang Peimin imagined what he looked like back then.
His eyes were adorably fixed on you, the pacifier simply resting in his mouth. He neither cried nor made a fuss, and seemed to find it all rather amusing.
She couldn't help but laugh.
"Oh, my silly son really is something."
"What's so silly about it? Lele is very smart," Chen Guizhi disagreed, following Yang Peimin into the room.
Yang Peimin entered the room, placed the child on the bed, and went to grab a towel and some hot water from the table nearby. Chen Guizhi had already wrung it out for her, suggesting she should apply the hot towel first, then feed the baby.
Then Chen Guizhi seemed unwilling to leave, standing by and watching her grandson. Yang Peimin felt a bit embarrassed.
Actually, it had been like this for a while now. A few days ago, when Zhang Minghua was waiting for Chen Guizhi to come over, the two grandmothers had explained how to take care of the grandson, and Chen Guizhi had taken over.
