Lianwu said calmly, "I can carry her."
Han Jing almost spat out the tea she had just sipped, staring at Lianwu in shock, "What good is it that you can carry her?"
Lianwu looked at Han Jing as if she were an idiot, and said seriously, "Aren't you just worried that she'll get too fat to marry? If she can't marry, then she doesn't have to. If you can't afford to keep her, I will!"
Then he comfortingly patted Xiao Xue, coaxing, "It's okay, eat as much as you want!"
Han Jing was practically spitting blood...
Even more unexpectedly, that useless daughter of hers nodded in agreement: "Exactly, Mother, if you don't want to support me, you don't have to. There's Brother Lianwu, he will take care of me. He's so strong, no matter how fat I get, he can still carry me."
Han Jing...
You little fool, can you really rely on a man's word? You're only five!
He's saying he'll take care of you now because he can't escape your grasp, but later...
