"*Cough cough,* just like Nanfeng said, I did it!"
Huo Beichen cleared his throat, a faint blush spreading across his delicate features. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat on the sofa, visibly nervous. At last, he tilted his head back to look at Ye Nuanxi and directly retorted, "The rice has already been cooked into a meal, so don't even think about divorce. I won't agree to it!"
Then, the man resolutely added with the determination of a pig not afraid of scalding water, "You can hit or scold me, or even kill or slice me, it doesn't matter. Even if it's for my son, I won't get a divorce!"
Ye Nuanxi: "..."
What a line, for the sake of his son. Just that simple sentence prevented all the anger she had mustered from exploding...
"Mommy..."
