Zhang Yuan frowned, "Don't speak rudely in front of the child."
"Sorry, I didn't realize. It's mainly because it's too uncomfortable." Luoz turned over on the bed, looking pained.
"So you two can't take care of yourselves, can you?" Zhang Yuan watched Little Haoyan crawl towards Luoz, mimicking him by placing his little hands on his stomach to help rub and press.
Luoz hugged his son and kissed him on the cheek, "Otherwise, why don't you take Little Haoyan with you? I'd feel more at ease if you took care of him."
"What about you?" It almost slipped out before she realized she might have spoken too quickly, her face reddening slightly.
"I can take care of myself." Luoz rubbed his stomach, feeling his son's warm affection. Of course, he hoped she'd say, "I'll stay and take care of you."
After a moment of contemplation, Zhang Yuan said, "Why don't you find someone to take care of you?"
"I don't have friends in Seoul." Luoz shook his head.
