"I'm different from you, the female head of the house isn't my biological mom. At home, when I'm with her, I feel particularly like a guest, so it's especially uncomfortable for me." Ding Jinshi pursed her lips; seeing Ding Long didn't say much, she stayed silent too.
While passing by the market halfway, Ding Long unexpectedly got out of the car and dragged Ding Jinshi to the vegetable market. When she faced the overwhelming noise and complex smells that made her feel dizzy, Ding Jinshi clung to Ding Long's hand, refusing to go inside.
"I'll just wait in the car for you." Ding Jinshi said.
Ding Long glanced at Ding Jinshi and, with a mischievous grin, scooped her up by the waist and carried her inside, only letting go when they reached the center of the market. Ding Jinshi looked at the floor, which was covered with what she couldn't tell were rotten vegetable leaves or chicken and duck droppings, and she refused to put her feet down.
