"Well, it's alright..." In order not to make him proud, Yin Shuiling deliberately said with a straight face, "But, brother still has a lot of room for improvement. You have to continue working hard."
Yin Muchen curled the corners of his lips. The 37-year-old mature man glanced at her and smiled without saying a word.
Yin Shuiling's entire body went numb. She got electrocuted by his gaze. "Big brother, when we came to the capital, will Baobao and Beibei miss us?"
As a mother, wherever she went, she would miss her babies.
"Don't worry, Baobao is at school. Beibei is pestering Pingan. They don't have the time to miss you."
Yin Shuiling was instantly hurt. She glared at him and stomped her feet.
What she meant was -- if you don't know how to speak, don't speak!
