On the way to the fields, although An Jing and Xiao Changyi deliberately slowed their pace, Wang Youbao still struggled to keep up.
Wang Youbao followed behind An Jing and Xiao Changyi, breathing heavily and wiping sweat from his brow.
Even though Wang Youbao had no idea what a "third wheel" was, seeing the couple ahead holding hands, he genuinely felt somewhat superfluous.
But—
"You guys…" Wang Youbao opened his mouth but didn't continue. Holding hands in public might be inappropriate, but it wasn't a big deal between husband and wife.
Moreover, as soon as he spoke, he felt as if asking them to stop holding hands would be committing a sin, as if the couple were meant to be loving and sweet towards each other.
So, after uttering just two words, he couldn't bring himself to continue.
"What's wrong?" An Jing turned around, looking at Wang Youbao.
