Little Apple rubbed her head, feeling wronged. "We're not from the same world. I see the new world, and you see the old world. No wonder mama always said that you..."
"What does she always say about me?" Nian Junting glanced at her with a dangerous and nervous look.
"Nothing," Little Apple turned her face away.
"Tell me," Nian Junting picked Little Apple up. He didn't care about anything else, but he did care about his wife's words.
Little Apple was really afraid that Nian Junting would throw her out, so she quickly said, "Mom said that you're like an old antique."
"..."
Nian Junting's face turned blue with anger. How could he be an old antique? He was still handsome. He sneered and said, "Your mom really doesn't know anything. Let me tell you, she's too shallow."
"Okay, I'll tell my mother what you said," Little Apple nodded.
Nian Junting: "..."
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