Pei Yiting came out of the kitchen with a face puffed up in anger, his clothes drenched and his face smeared, looking utterly disheveled.
"Not bad, I'll begrudgingly check it for you," Song Weiyi hadn't even had time to praise him when Pei Yibai's voice came from behind her.
Begrudgingly check for him? As if he was so aggrieved?
Song Weiyi moved her lips, too embarrassed to call him out, thinking to herself that Pei Yibai also enjoyed bullying kids.
Suddenly she worried for her future baby, fearing that Pei Yibai might treat her son or daughter the same way he treated his younger brother...
Song Weiyi clenched her fists tightly, vowing to resist to the death and defend her baby's rights when the time came.
But for now, she dutifully chose to follow Pei Yibai, striding into the small kitchen to inspect Pei Yiting's handiwork.
