Su Qingyue saw his expression and comforted, "Fourth Brother, face it calmly. There's nothing to it. People are admiring your handsome face!"
Xiao Qinghe, seeing his wife so indifferent to other people's pointing, thought if his wife didn't mind then he shouldn't let it bother him. After being teased by her again, he blushed and nodded.
A seven or eight-year-old boy blocked Xiao Qinghe's way, and with a childish voice asked, "Big Brother, why are you sitting on a chair?"
Seeing a child blocking their way, Su Qingyue stopped and explained when she saw Qinghe's gaze dimmed due to the child's question, "Because his legs are injured."
"Oh." The boy pointed at the wheelchair, "Why does his chair move?"
"Because there are two wheels on the chair." Su Qingyue answered without impatience, "Just like the wheels on a carriage."
The child's gaze moved to Su Qingyue's face, and he was startled, "Big Sister, your face is so ugly!"
