After taking the photo, she put away her phone and sat by Di Mingzhe's bed, gently patting him, "My dear son."
Hearing the noise, Di Mingzhe slowly opened his eyes, realizing that he had dozed off.
"Mom." Di Mingzhe gently propped himself up.
"Why are you still holding Wushuang while sleeping?" Fang Hao chuckled softly, "It's better to put him in the crib. Babies are very clever; once they get used to being held while sleeping, it'll be hard to place them in a crib later."
Hearing this, Di Mingzhe smiled sheepishly, "I just wanted to hold him a little longer."
Seeing him like this, Fang Hao opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but ultimately did not.
She felt a deep sense of sympathy for Di Mingzhe, being the eldest in the family came with added responsibility.
He had liked Di Xiaxia for twenty years but never said a word for his brother's sake, only expressing his feelings after his brother got married.
