Qiao Mo wanted to hide in the bathroom to avoid the fiery gazes from others.
But the pants had slipped halfway down her legs, covering her feet, leaving her stuck—unable to take them off, put them on, or even move. She stood there, extremely awkward!
Twenty minutes passed, her face flushed red from holding back, and finally she erupted: "Fu Nancheng! Are you blind?"
Fu Nancheng said calmly, "Not blind, I can see clearly. It seems your hip measurement increased a bit after giving birth to our son."
"You! You… You!"
Qiao Mo stammered a few "you"s but couldn't finish her sentence, almost spitting blood in anger.
"Are you going to help or not?"
"You really want me to help?"
Qiao Mo gritted her teeth, eager to shower and tell a story to their child, but had been struggling with her clothes for almost an hour. This man just had to annoy her on purpose!
In this house, who else could she ask for help but him!
