Wen Qiao paused in her tracks, tightened her grip on Fu Jinghen's hand, slipped down the scarf hiding the lower half of her face, turned her head to Fu Jinghen, and complained, "He's mocking me."
Fu Jinghen cast a cool glance at Qi Ming, "If you can't speak nicely, then shut your mouth."
After that, he turned his gaze back to Wen Qiao, eyes softening to the utmost, "Don't bother with him."
Qi Ming: "..."
He finally understood what it meant when people said "Once you have a wife, you forget your mom."
His little uncle had become "one who forgets his nephew after getting a wife."
He pressed his chest, feigning a look of heartache, latched onto Wen Shu's arm, and leaned on her shoulder in a needy fashion, seeking consolation, "Shushu, they're bullying me."
