Afternoon.
At the Old Yang Family home.
After spending the whole afternoon playing with the child, Dong Xuebin felt as if his state of mind had become ten years younger. He happily teased the child, in an exceptionally good mood. "Sweetheart, give Daddy a smile."
"Ah, ah, hee!"
"Haha, so obedient. Come on, let Daddy give you a kiss!"
"Eee! Hehehe!"
"Hehe, look how adorable you are."
Dong Xuebin deliberately brushed his stubble against her when he kissed her, making Xiao Qianqian laugh and giggle from the ticklishness as she mischievously reached out to smack her dad's chin. Dong Xuebin was delighted and simply could not bear to put her down. He held the child for hours, carrying her to drink milk one moment and playing with her the next. Luan Xiaoping kept saying from the side that Qian Qian needed an afternoon nap, but Dong Xuebin would not listen and stubbornly insisted on holding her. This showed the difference between people from Capital City and those elsewhere. People in some cities believed in "free-range parenting," not interfering much and letting children grow on their own. But people from Capital City were different—they never let the child leave their arms. Even if the child could walk, they still carried them around, terrified something might happen. You could not really say that kind of doting was good, but you could not say it was bad either. Every city had its own way of raising children.
Luan Xiaoping complained to Old Yang, "Look at Xiao Bin. Last time, he was telling me not to spoil the child too much. Just look at him now."
Yang Zhaode smiled. "He hasn't seen her for several days. He misses the child too."
Luan Xiaoping shook her head. "He's going to spoil her rotten. How are