Evening.
At home.
"Daddy!"
"Yeah!"
"Daddy!"
"Say it again!"
"...Daddy!"
"Haha, such a good girl!"
Dong Xuebin held his daughter up in the north room and swung her around happily. To be honest, Xiao Qianqian's pronunciation was not quite standard. Rather than "Daddy," it sounded more like "Baba," with a first tone instead of a fourth. But that was enough to make Dong Xuebin so happy he could barely remember his own name. Girls generally started talking earlier than boys, but he had never expected his daughter to speak this soon. He had thought he would need to wait another three or six months before hearing her call him Daddy. Who would have thought his wish would come true already? She really was Dong Xuebin's child—she was still some time away from a year and a half old, yet she could already talk and call people. Dong Xuebin was immensely pleased with himself. In truth, plenty of children could call their fathers before they were even one year old. "Daddy" was simply easier to pronounce than "Mommy," with less nasal sound involved, so it had little to do with intelligence. But as a father, Dong Xuebin instinctively felt that his own child was good in every way and better than everyone else's child. Every parent was probably the same.
Luo Haiting was amused by how happy Dong Xuebin looked. They had worked together for so long, yet she had never seen him like this before.
But Luan Xiaoping looked utterly stunned.
Still grinning, Dong Xuebin looked at his mom. "Mom, when did she learn to call people? Why didn't you tell me sooner? If I'd known, I would've gone over there."
"How would she know how to call people?" Luan Xiaoping said speechlessly.
Dong Xuebin was puzzled. "Didn't she call