"Papa, bad."
Zhao Nian grabbed his leg and struggled to climb up.
Luoning, who had been playing with him, thought that they were just playing. She quickly crawled over with her hands and feet, and her small hands grabbed the corner of Zhao Zhan's robe and babbled.
With the two kids messing around, Yue Jiaojiao couldn't sit on Zhao Zhan's body anymore. She got off the ground and leisurely sat at the side, watching the two kids mess around with Zhao Zhan.
"It's time to find a teacher for them." Zhao Zhan picked them up in each hand and placed them on his knees. His big hands held them very steadily. "I have met some people recently because of the renovation of the restaurant and bakery. The two children are less than three years old. It's too early for them to learn how to read and write, but I've already chosen a martial arts master for them."