Ye Ranran tried to stand in his shoes and reason with him using words he could understand.
Jun Xiaobao pondered carefully and felt Ye Ranran made a lot of sense, quickly apologized obediently: "Mommy, I'm sorry, I was wrong."
"It's good that you know your mistake, no problem." Ye Ranran patted his head.
Jun Mochan also slightly lowered his head, looking as if he was waiting for affection.
Ye Ranran turned her hand and patted his head too.
Both father and son, having received affection, showed happy expressions.
Ye Ranran was looking at the lamp in her hand, shaking the feather, considering where exactly she should place it.
"Where do you think this lamp should be installed? Its light isn't very bright, so it's not suitable for illumination, only for decoration."
Jun Xiaobao quickly shared his opinion: "Install it in my room."
That way he could count the feathers every day, which sounded wonderful.
