Zhao Haitang boasted: "This is new wine in old bottles, using ancient fairy tales to put thoughts on modern technology. Think about it, how many parents have inadvertently posted about their children on WeChat Moments.

The photos are likely to be viewed by those with ulterior motives."

The more he spoke, the more serious Zhao Haitang became: "I just want to remind these parents..."

Lu Ziqiao asked: "Are you the one?"

"Ah... because." Hu Yifei made an excuse: "In their online literary circle, whoever writes good articles is called uncle. Zhao Haitang not only admires that author, in fact... he is also called Uncle Tang Zhan,

If you don’t believe me, just ask.”

"I..." Zhao Haitang's expression was instantly distorted, and he asked him to call Tang Zhan uncle, even if he was beaten to death, he would not scream, but Hu Yifei was too cruel: "Yes."

"Call and hear." Tang Zhan has been watching the show. Since Hu Yifei has said it, it would be bad if he doesn't take advantage of it. What's more, Zhao Haitang also complained about him just now.

Zhao Haitang really didn't want to scream.

No way!

Hu Yifei's hands are too strong.

"uncle."

Hu Yifei smiled: "That's right."

Tang Zhan stretched out his arms and hugged Zhuge Dali: "My good nephew, call me aunt."

Zhao Haitang wanted to cry.

Hu Yifei reached out her hand again, but this time she didn't pinch Zhao Haitang directly.

Instead, he gestured in front of Zhao Haitang.

Zhao Haitang shuddered: "Auntie."

"Ziqiao, look, this is a tradition in their literary circle. Zhao Haitang admires that author so much that he calls that author my uncle." Hu Yifei forcibly found a reason to hide it, and then persuaded: "Ziqiao, you

Don’t take it seriously, these stories are all made up.”

Lu Ziqiao was very serious and explained: "Stories come from life, and real life is much more cruel than stories."

"That's right..." Zhao Haitang was excited when he heard Lu Ziqiao's profound understanding. At the same time, he was about to add something, but his expression instantly became distorted and he had to change his words: "That person's life has nothing to do with you."

Soon he whispered again.

"Teacher Hu, please be gentle."

"I won't let you speak, so keep your mouth shut." Hu Yifei reminded.

Lu Ziqiao retorted: "Relatedly, the father in the novel is so similar to me. We must take precautions before they happen."

Chen Meijia hugged Lu Ziqiao's arm and comforted her: "Husband, you can just read a happy novel instead. Why do you want to torture yourself?"

"Hey..." Lu Ziqiao sighed: "In the past, it might have happened. Ever since Xiaobu was born, I have made up my mind that I will never give up half-heartedly, whether it is raising a child or raising you."

Lu Ziqiao patted Chen Meijia on the shoulder, and the next second she looked like she was about to cry: "Now I dream about Xiaobu crying every night, but I don't know what to do."

"You haven't slept for even a minute, and you're just dreaming about wool." Chen Meijia reluctantly guided: "Honey, how about you take a nap?"

Lu Ziqiao seemed not to have heard, and said seriously: "This novel update has given me inspiration again. If posting photos will put Xiao Xiaobu in danger, I have decided to stop updating the photo album from today on."

"I'm going to the bathroom." Lu Ziqiao held her stomach and said, "We'll discuss the name later."

"ah……"

After Lu Ziqiao left.

Zhao Haitang screamed instantly.

Hu Yifei pinched him from behind: "I'm sure, it's your fault."
Chapter completed!