Zhang Guoqing came in and saw Zhou Jiao gesturing towards her father without making a sound, then approached the kang to check on his son. Little Ping'an seemed to be full, playing by himself. When Zhang Guoqing came over, his attention shifted to him. Zhang Guoqing picked up his son, looking at the tiny, soft little being, teasing him happily while listening to Zhou Jiao speak.
"Dad, you really can't go deep into the mountains, otherwise, I'll go up the mountain with you. It's so cold, even if you spend only a few nights there, how could your body handle it? Absolutely not more than one night, and as for that tiger skin, I'm not interested at all. Those Northeast Tigers are over two meters long, very dangerous. Have you forgotten that a gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall?"
