Lin Qiao: "..."
She rolled her eyes and held her arm, saying, "It hurts."
"Sister-in-law, I didn't mean to, let me see." Song Tingfan panicked after hearing this, instinctively grabbed her arm, and lifted her sleeve to see if it was red.
The fair arm remained fair.
Lin Qiao didn't expect him to lift her sleeve and was stunned for a moment, but then she didn't mind and blinked, saying, "Uncle, I'm teasing you!"
The young man realized he had lifted his sister-in-law's sleeve, immediately let go of her arm, and then hurriedly walked forward with the basket on his back, stumbling over his own feet.
He... lifted his sister-in-law's sleeve.
He, he, he, committed an indiscretion against his sister-in-law.
Lin Qiao thought the antagonist was freaking out, so she quickly caught up to him, coaxing, "Uncle, don't be angry, I was just joking with you."
"I'm not angry." Song Tingfan didn't dare to look at her, his ears clearly red with embarrassment.
