"Stop making a fuss," Nan Zhifeng quickly warned, "Zhiqiu's child is still in their hands. What if they take it out on the child?"
"Dare they???" Di Lingzhi was quite arrogant, "If they lay a finger on those two kids, I'll make sure they never have descendants."
"Alright, alright," Nan Zhifeng pulled him into the house, "before the child comes back, try not to act rashly."
She was very tired now, not only physically but also mentally.
Even though she knew Di Lingzhi meant well for her, his willful actions could easily cause trouble.
"Fine, I'll listen to you," he said.
Everything Di Lingzhi did was to make Nan Zhifeng happy; if she wasn't happy, his actions would be meaningless.
"Then cheer up, go change your clothes, and your brother will take you out to eat," he proposed.
"I don't want to go out..." Nan Zhifeng covered her forehead, "You go and call your aunt first, she's worried about you."
"You come out to eat with me, and I'll make the call," he insisted.
