The next day, Bo Yan stood at the entryway holding Zhizhi, kissing Yuran goodbye. Yuran wrapped her arms around Bo Yan's neck, mumbling protest, "You can't prefer your son just because I'm not home, Zhizhi can't replace me."
"Bo Yan, I'm kind of regretting having a child to compete with me for you."
The young girl was just rambling, and Bo Yan knew very well that no matter what Yuran said, he would agree to it.
The two were clingy and affectionate at the entryway, and Yuran, unhappy to leave, placed a kiss on each of their cheeks before heading out the door.
As soon as the door closed, the quiet Zhizhi in Bo Yan's arms suddenly started to cry softly. Bo Yan chuckled and turned around to go back and make baby formula.
...
Because of "Glory," Yuran had become explosively popular, not just ordinarily popular, as evidenced by the fact that as soon as she entered the school, she was swarmed by various photographers, likely paparazzi who had been waiting there for a long time.
