Here's the translation:
"Mu Jingxi." Song Yunchi rubbed his tired face and said, "If you don't help me, no one will."
With a sidelong glance, he retorted coolly, "So you knew all along?"
Serves you right.
This is your own doing.
If you hadn't acted like that, wouldn't you now be winning at life with a lovely wife and kids?
Refusing to live a peaceful life, insisting on being trouble, insisting on provoking Lu Meng.
Now look, a divorced man with a son, a son who doesn't behave, crying every day for his mom.
You've made your own life a complete mess.
Tap tap tap.
Little Nuomi ran over, calling out sweetly, "Daddy!"
"What's up?" Mu Jingxi turned around, bent down, and caught her.
Little Nuomi held a strawberry, took a bite, then slowly said, "Little Nuomi is hungry."
"What do you want to eat?"
Little Nuomi chirped, "Cotton candy!"
And adorably added, "Strawberry flavored, oh!"
Mu Jingxi: "..."
Can cotton candy fill your stomach?
