"What?" Shui Anluo noticed that her son was about to burst into tears and quickly patted his tiny body. Luckily, he did not wake up and continued to sleep.
"It's just a shame that the male god of this generation would fall into the same trap twice. The road to marriage is indeed a trap. You're a huge trap and you're an attractive one too. He had clearly managed to climb out yet you've pulled him right back in," lamented Qiao Yaruan. "Let me tell you something, I've resigned. Let's see if your husband will take me in or my livelihood shall have to depend on you."
"You've resigned?" Shui Anluo gasped in shock and quickly rushed to the washroom, afraid that she would disturb her son's sleep. "Wait, why have you resigned?"
