After the sound of the door closing upstairs, Nan Wan lightly kicked Shen Zhimei.
Expressionless, she said, "You're going to lead our adorable and innocent Jiashu astray."
What does "Auntie is going to sleep with your Uncle Mu" even mean?
Is it appropriate to talk like that to a three-year-old?
Was Jiashu picked up from the trash heap?
"Is there anything wrong with what I said? I just meant you sleep in the same bed with your husband, that's all. My son obviously understands it that way," Shen Zhimei feigned innocence, "Have you two split up?"
As she spoke, she glanced at Mu Jin Huan, who was calmly reading a magazine on the sofa opposite.
Nan Wan twitched her lips and pushed away the head that was leaning in front of her, "You're getting more and more annoying, just leave already."
Shen Zhimei wanted to leave originally, but she was in a bad mood tonight. Maybe a little demon inside her heart had come out, so she picked up her tea cup again, sipping gracefully.
