"As for which two days, I'd better get a clear answer from you now, to avoid dragging it out and causing more trouble."
Pei Chenyang remained silent; Tutu was so young, and he absolutely wouldn't be able to manage taking care of her all day on his own.
"Not saying anything? Then I'll take that as your agreement—let's make it the 10th and 20th of each month, nice round numbers," Zhao Mengmeng decided for him.
Pei Chenyang looked down at his daughter on the bed, who was eager to try whatever was coming next.
Tutu didn't understand what daddy and mommy were doing, looking up at him and then at Zhao Mengmeng.
"Tutu, want this?" Pei Chenyang casually picked up a small bell and shook it in his hand.
The sound was loud and pleasing.
Tutu looked at daddy with curiosity, stretching out her little paw as if she wanted it.
"Right, if you turn over, the bell is yours," Pei Chenyang said with a big smile, encouraging his daughter.
Tutu didn't understand and whimpered twice.
