Zhang Jiaming chuckled and took a sip of hot tea.
No matter how well-behaved kids are, there's a limit to it.
At the very least, for little Xiaobao's eating, drinking, and other needs, you have to pay attention to it all the time.
Not to mention, Mo Jingchun is still in school.
To be able to manage school and take care of the little one so well is quite an achievement.
Judging from the changes in Mo Jingchun's skin, you can tell the little one has been a handful for him.
"Is the winter in Jing City colder than here?"
Mo Jingchun nodded in agreement while holding his sister, "Definitely, it's especially cold outside, and really dry too."
"It's much better indoors, with heating, it's nice and warm."
"When it's particularly cold, I hardly take my sister outside except for classes."
Zhang Jiaming's eyes showed a longing for life in the big city, especially the Capital.
