Compared to Mrs. Yu, Mr. Yu was more straightforward, with a foul and stubborn temper. Since coming back, he had been frowning and criticizing the Jia Family's faults, while Mrs. Yu was discussing with him how to continue venting for Qian.
You can discipline your own child behind closed doors however you wish, but letting others handle it is absolutely off the table.
Qian lay on the bed pondering today's events, thinking about Chang Xiangsi and Baiyi, and eventually drifted off to sleep.
In a daze, she had a strange dream. She saw two children lying side by side on an earthen bed, and there were other people speaking nearby. Qian subconsciously felt the conversation was important, but the harder she tried to listen, the harder it was to hear clearly.
She got anxious and her eyes suddenly snapped open, startled by the large head in front of her.
"Ah!"
"Wifey!" Yu Minglang hurriedly grabbed her hand, looking worried, "Did you have a nightmare?"
