"Not? Hanhan is not someone you can just call," Ding Sihan's voice raised: "What kind of nonsense are you saying! Who's desperately crying for you guys—"
But as she kept cursing, Ding Sihan couldn't hold it anymore and burst into laughter, then stomped her foot in frustration (not Bao Wei, didn't cause an earthquake): "Damn!!"
Don't say it, really don't say it.
I seem to have a bit of this flavor myself.
These two go on dates, on weekends, my resentment is much greater than Qu Wanqiu and Bai Bufan's.
"Sigh, kids really shouldn't be had so early," Lin Li seemed oblivious to Ding Sihan's protest and shook his head, sighing with a face of weariness and acceptance: "Alright, spending time with my daughter this weekend."
Ding Sihan took a deep breath, then slowly exhaled, and her expression became calm as she spoke: "Lin Li."
"What is it, dear daughter."
"I can see it, you think I'm a burden."
Lin Li: "Didn't I just say it, do you need to see? Dingzi, are you Er Dou Long?"
