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Huo Qinqi really was gritting his teeth as he read them the story. But their little girl was probably too tired—after being in the car all day, she listened carefully to about half, then her head tilted and she fell asleep.

Only then did Huo Qinqi gently tuck her in, and then he grabbed his son and left her room.

Little Accident: ”Daddy, tell me Journey to the West.”

”Okay.” At this stage, Huo Qinqi was still in a completely accommodating phase with his child.

It was just that the little guy got more and more excited as he listened, with not the slightest hint of sleepiness. Even Shen Shuci came by twice to urge them.

When Huo Qinqi came back to their room, Shen Shuci brought the issue up with him again:

”You can’t be like this with the kids. Sometimes you need to say no; you can’t just give in to them on everything.”

”Take tonight, for example. Tinglan still has preschool tomorrow; he should’ve been asleep long ago. You can’t keep indulging him like that. There has to be a limit with some things. Little kids don’t understand, so we adults have to be the ones to hold that line for them.”