Yao Ye leaned weakly against the doorframe with one hand to prevent himself from collapsing from the shock of his wife and son: he should have known, he should have realized, once the child was born, his wife would be a slave to the child. And besides, Jun Ye and Bai Lu had long hinted at this.
Shen Jiayin, aside from her obsession with housekeeping, had another big flaw: she liked being a slave to the child.
Completely engrossed in making her son laugh, Shen Jiayin didn't notice her husband's return home. After jumping like a little bunny around the living room, she started imitating a turtle, hunching her back like she was carrying a shell, and slowly crawling on the floor.
Luoluo clapped his little hands happily, cheering for his mom's impressive acting skills in playing different roles.
Yao Ye couldn't stand it anymore and walked over, grabbed Luoluo by the armpits with both hands, and lifted his son from the sofa.
