"You're worried about other people's business, afraid they won't have any? Bai Lu retorted, saying he was meddling like a housekeeper, "No wonder every time I hear you telling Jiayin at home not to mop the floor, I always wonder who you inherited this habit from. Logically, godmother and godfather aren't like this at all. Could it be because you played with brothers too much as a child and had no sister to accompany you?"
Yao Ye was so choked by her words that he threw a few bags into Jun Ye's car trunk in one go and let out a breath, "Why don't you talk about your husband? Wasn't your husband the same as me when he was a kid?"
Jun Ye walked over, his face icy, coldly closing the trunk lid, and gave a cold face to the two who had been using him as a scapegoat all morning: Enough already?
