Su Li sighed. "I can cross it myself. I didn't get a single speck of mud on me."
She really didn't know what to make of this Tang Yuanxiao.
To say he wasn't drunk, well, he definitely was. But he wasn't dead drunk, either. Judging by his appearance and the way he walked, he was perfectly steady. Only when he spoke could you tell something was off.
Since Su Li had crossed the puddle by herself, Tang Yuanxiao continued the rest of the way carrying Little Tang Mo on his back, remaining sullenly silent.
After a few minutes of walking, Su Li heard Tang Yuanxiao muttering something.
She furrowed her brow and tried to listen.
"...Even my supervisor gave Aunt Chang a piggyback ride, but I've never carried you. You're about to not be my wife anymore, and you still won't let me carry you..."
Su Li: "..."
Looking at Tang Yuanxiao's seemingly safest yet most dangerous state, and thinking about the intentions she had sensed, Su Li didn't want him coming to her place.
