Bo Yan was not trying to raise his son to be a momma's boy; Zhizhi had his own thoughts and would not accept everything Yuran said wholesale.
He spent more time with his son compared to Yuran, and naturally, he did more in terms of educating and spending time with his son.
So, after listening to Zhizhi's speech, Bo Yan quietly listened, hoping to hear his son's ideas before asking questions to encourage reflection and thought.
After Zhizhi finished speaking, he turned over in his arms, knelt on his lap, and reached out to hold his face, his chubby little face opposite Bo Yan's and very close.
"Dad, Zhizhi has finished speaking."
Bo Yan held his waist with his palm to stabilize his small body, "Sweetheart, then tell Dad, what is wrong with what Mom said?"
Zhizhi pursed his lips, thought for a while, and then began speaking in a babyish voice, "Dad, when Mom was at school, she gave birth to Zhizhi. Dad took care of Zhizhi while he was on leave;
