Jing Yiren pouted in dissatisfaction. "But my butt hurts now!"
"..." Lu Ming looked at her helplessly, his smile indulgent.
He knew exactly what was going through her mind.
Lu Ming walked to the side of the wheelchair, bent down, and picked up Jing Yiren.
As he turned around, Jing Yiren's feet swept over the top of Xue Fanghua's head.
Xue Fanghua instinctively lowered her head in surprise.
"Isn't it nice for your husband to carry you?"
Jing Yiren looped her arms around Lu Ming's neck and awarded him a kiss on his handsome face.
"You're the best, hubby!"
"..." Xue Fanghua was ignored by Lu Ming on the side, watching them affectionately.
It was so infuriating that she felt she would contract some internal injury.
Her beautiful face was filled with discomfort, her slim cheeks sinking, making her look several years older.
Her hands on the armrest clenched into fists.
Xue Fanghua suppressed the bubbling anger and humiliation in her chest and called out once again.
