"Let's go!" Li Qiao urged.
Qin Jin was still cursing nonstop, so she distanced herself to prevent the noise he created from harming the baby in her womb.
Qin Jin, feeling slightly relieved, noticed that the people around him were dozens of meters away, and he quickly caught up with her: "Slow down, what if you hurt the girl in your tummy?"
Li Qiao changed the subject: "You curse all day long, aren't you afraid your daughter will end up just like you, starting every sentence with 'I XX'?"
Qin Jin: "........" That seemed right!
His wife had already been led astray by him; he couldn't let the same happen to his child!
It's so ugly when girls curse!
"Got it," he said.
Li Qiao curved her lips slightly, amused that he also feared corrupting his little girl.
The two jogged along the village road to the intersection, planning to turn back, when a greeting caught their attention.
"Li Qiao."
