In Yu Jingting's moment of hesitation, Suizi already crushed the hazelnut with a crisp sound.
"I'm not the same as before at all."
"Those are your words, they have nothing to do with me..." Yu Jingting carefully gauged her expression.
The usually good-tempered woman, once truly riled up, is like a tornado, a dust storm, a magnitude ten earthquake plus tsunami, he simply dare not offend.
"The psychological changes children go through every year are different. If I stay the same as before, how can I grow together with them?"
"Right, right, everything you say is right — If you want to let off steam, I can grab Jiaojiao and beat her up in front of you for encouragement?"
"You man without bottom line!" Suizi glared angrily at him.
Yu Jingting was like a frightened quail, hardly daring to breathe, for fear that the gust of maternal love might blow on his face.
"Isn't it because I saw you're angry and wanted to appease you?"
