"Alright, don't cry anymore."
As they left the Yang Family, Yu Jingting tried to comfort Suizi for the eighth time, even though they had only walked less than twenty meters.
Suizi's silent tears have now turned into sobs, and her little nose had turned red from crying.
"Mind your own business!" Her voice, lacking in any deterrent power, was filled with a strong nasal tone.
"I'm not nosying around. If you keep crying, your face will crumple up and you'll look like a potato head—wife, why do you cry so much?"
Yu Jingting was still feeling emotionally excited as he recalled Suizi's earlier performance.
If it wasn't so cold that it felt like it was freezing the birds, and if the baby in his wife's belly wasn't so small, he would have found an isolated haystack and given her a good deal right then and there.
But he couldn't understand why Suizi, who was normally rational, tactful, and unafraid of arguing, always burst into tears?
