Xiao Liulang had nothing to say.
In fact, Xiao Liulang had never raised a child before, and he didn't know if other people's children were as peculiar as this.
Xue Ningxiang's child definitely wasn't. That little one only knew how to eat, unlike the little monk that Gu Jiao brought back, who was filled with weird and bizarre thoughts.
Little Jingspace, who was peacefully waiting for his "seed" to sprout, fell fast asleep, snuggled in his blanket.
The west room, which Gu Jiao had carefully tidied and fixed up, was no longer damp. The bedding, freshly aired just a few days ago, was soft and warm.
Little Jingspace was sleeping comfortably, his little face seemed to be suffused with a blissful smile.
Xiao Liulang gave Little Jingspace a glance, then shrugged it off and continued copying texts.
Xiao Liulang copied a line, furrowed his brows slightly, put down his brush and picked up a book to read.
Soon he realized that he wasn't really into reading either, he frowned deeply.