It's like he's already been through grievances like today more times than he can count; he's so used to them now they barely faze him.
Qiao Ran suddenly felt a bit sorry for him.
Lu Yin gave a cold snort. "Auntie, he's only getting what he deserves. Don't waste your pity on him."
Even so, Qiao Ran still couldn't help feeling a little sorry for Song Yunchi. Now that he's here, all he gets is dislike and more dislike.
It really isn't easy on him, yet he can still grit his teeth and stay.
The reason he's enduring it and refuses to leave is nothing more than Mengmeng and Jingxing.
A man who can bend and stretch for the sake of his wife and child—that's a good thing.
"Yunchi, come here." Qiao Ran beckoned. Song Yunchi hesitated for a moment, then walked over to him.
Qiao Ran patted his shoulder and said gently, "Auntie can tell you like Mengmeng."
"Auntie, why are you saying all this?" Lu Meng was unhappy on the side.
Her cheeks puffed up, her face full of displeasure.
