In the blink of an eye,
it was already ten o'clock.
Xiao Qianqian had finally been coaxed to sleep by Luo Hao and Dong Xuebin. It really had not been easy. Dong Xuebin had finally experienced firsthand how hard Mom and Aunt Xuan had it. This was not work just anyone could handle—it was utterly draining. Taking care of a child required tremendous patience too, or it could wear a person to death. Especially a naughty, lively child like Xiao Qianqian: she was far too rambunctious and loved playing too much. One moment she would be fussing around, the next she would burst into loud tears. Dong Xuebin now felt as if every bit of strength had been drained from his body. He had looked after her a few times when she had been younger, but she had never been this troublesome. Now that she was older, she had only become naughtier. Yet Dong Xuebin could not bear to scold her. The moment Xiao Qianqian babbled the word "Daddy," his heart immediately melted.
Checking the time, Dong Xuebin softly said to Luo Hao, "Sister Luo, it's getting late. It's almost ten. You should head home early too."
Luo Hao smiled. "It's fine."
Dong Xuebin said, "You've been busy all evening."
"I like children too. It's no trouble," Luo Hao said.
Dong Xuebin smiled wryly. "But I can't have you watching her all night."
Luo Hao looked at him. "If I leave, can you manage on your own? Don't be fooled just because she's asleep now. Children sleep lightly, especially a lively little girl like your goddaughter. She'll wake up again in the middle of the night. And I think she might be coming down with a cold. She may have caught it from your mother. Didn't you hear how congested