"When my daddy gets back, I'm definitely going to make him beat you up. No, when the baby comes out, I'm going to beat you to death. How dare you let me hurt like this, beat you to death, beat you to death."
Jiayin's little fists rained down on Ye Wuge like raindrops.
Ye Wuge felt like his entire scalp was about to be pulled off by her. Jiayin wasn't a delicate woman like An Ziqi; her punches were real punches.
When they hit his face and body, it genuinely hurt.
But he didn't dare move around, afraid of accidentally upsetting her.
An Ziqi stood at the door, watching the two of them bicker even while having a baby, and after a while, she couldn't help but chuckle.
Seeing her, Ye Wuge immediately felt like he'd found his savior, hurriedly calling out to her.
"Little An'an, come save me. If you don't, my hair's all going to be pulled out."
