Looking at her cautious eyes and the way she nodded to herself vaguely, seemingly agreeing with what she had said.
Song Yunchi didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
Marrying a lovely wife feels like marrying a child.
Her temperament is completely that of a child's.
You can't fuss too much with her, otherwise you'd end up hurting yourself.
Forget it.
What's the point of arguing with her, a grown man?
Lifting his hand, he rubbed her head, Song Yunchi sighed, "Whatever you say."
There's no energy left to explain.
It's his fault too.
He still hasn't completely dealt with the impact from Xiao Yahen.
No wonder she's still upset.
Being pregnant, bulging belly, with a woman provoking her with calls and photos, she must be very angry.
It's only right she's mad at him now.
If she weren't angry, he should be worried.
She wasn't wrong in what she said.
He also holds responsibility.
The mess was caused by Xiao Yahen, but he bears some of the responsibility.
