Although Mu Yangling had been reborn, she still did not believe in such a mystical thing. That said, she was much more respectful of ghosts and gods now.
Mu Yangling thought for a moment and said, "There's no need to drink this talisman paper. I'll bring Little Bear to various temples to pray in a while." However, she already believed 80% of the imperial physician's diagnosis. Since it was because of his talent that his speech development was delayed, she would just wait for him to grow up slowly. Praying to God and Buddha was just to seek peace of mind.
Mu Yangling placed Little Bear on the couch and tapped his nose. "Good son, we're not in a hurry. We'll wait for you slowly, okay?"
Little Bear was playing with logs with sweat all over his head and was in no mood to pay attention to his mother. When he heard this, he only nodded perfunctorily.
In Qi Haoran's eyes, his son was really adorable.