Seeing Pei Jing nodding so seriously, Jiang Ran looked at Pei Jing with some doubt, "Little Jing, do you really understand?"
Pei Jing vigorously nodded, "I understand, I understand, if I sleep a few more times, a month will pass quickly."
Jiang Ran, "..."
Alright, he didn't understand at all.
Pei Huai had been sitting quietly opposite them, watching the mother and son talk. Seeing Jiang Ran's helpless expression, he waved at Pei Jing, "Little Jing, come here."
"What's up, Dad?"
Saying this, Pei Jing walked over to Pei Huai.
Pei Huai's hands were large, easily covering Pei Jing's head.
"Little Jing, a month isn't calculated like that; even if you sleep several times a day, it's still just one day."
Pei Jing tilted his head, looking puzzled, "Then how long is a month?"
"When the sun rises and sets thirty times, that's a month."
Even at just over three years old, Pei Jing knew that the sun rises in the morning and sets in the evening.
