A few hours later, Song Yun rubbed his lower back as he trudged downstairs, wondering what had gotten into Yuan Siyi recently. She actually drooled over Ye Qingqing's belly. Can such a thing really be accomplished by one person?
No, it still required Song Yun's cooperation!
The first time Song Yun felt perfect, the second time he thought it was okay, the third he began to slightly frown, the fourth he felt it wasn't a solution, the fifth time...
Damn!!!
Couldn't women compete over things like handbags and makeup? If those weren't enough, they could just ask for gold and jewels! Whether it was millions or tens of millions, Song Yun could write the check without batting an eyelid!
But what was with this back-and-forth rivalry over children!
In the end, wasn't it him who suffered!
"Big uncle..."
Ouyang Jie, this shameless guy, lived in his house, courted his sister, and on top of that, came to annoy him!
