Tuanzi?
Wasn't she talking about dumplings? She was complaining about wanting dumplings all night.
Su Li looked at Feng Huaijin weakly, her resentment deepening.
Clearly the son belongs to both of them, why is it only her who worries? Feng Huaijin is acting like nothing's wrong.
Su Li thought for a moment, then supporting her body, said, "I want to discuss our son..."
Feng Huaijin lowered his head, opened a pack of soup dumplings, then lazily interrupted, "You want to say you had a six-year-old son at eighteen? How about eating some dumplings to boost your brain first?"
Su Li: "..."
Su Li silently took the fragrant and large dumplings and quietly started eating.
Honestly, the dumplings Feng Huaijin bought were really delicious, the meat filling was very tasty, making Su Li's eyes curve into a smile.
Feng Huaijin also brought over a bowl of congee.
After eating and drinking, Feng Huaijin leaned to the side, staring intently at Su Li, and asked, "Who laid a hand on you?"
