Mu Liang, "..."
Qiao Xia laughed heartily and kept her distance from him for a while, stepping back and smiling, "Actually, Li Hui is quite handsome."
Mu Liang's face darkened, Qiao Xia promptly added, "Of course, no matter how handsome, he's still a scumbag. You've also been a scumbag."
"When?" Why didn't he know this?
"When you had amnesia, you were a scumbag."
"That was the effect of the potion."
"Hmph, stop making excuses. Considering you delivered Dudu, I'll forgive you."
"Because of Dudu?"
"Of course!" Qiao Xia said, "So, you should be nicer to Dudu. Look, you don't even hold him."
Mu Liang said, "I don't want to hold him!"
"Why? My son is so cute. Why don't you want to hold him? You have no heart. When Dudu grows up, he'll feed you pickled radish."
"How could that be? How could I be so useless?"
"What if you have a stroke? Oh, didn't your father have a stroke? He's never recovered."
"That's karma."
