A face full of resentment, like a little woman holding grudges.
Bai Lu smiled and raised her hands in surrender, saying, "What else could I do? I couldn't find anyone last minute, and Jiayin just happened to be willing to help."
"Don't think my wife is easy to bully, and let you take her to babysit!" Mr. Yao gave her another glare, then held his wife's hand, preparing to return to their room.
Shen Jiayin's hand was tightly gripped, causing her bones to ache. When they got home, he pulled her to sit on the sofa and said, "Let's set some ground rules. When we have kids, we won't do this."
"Do what, exactly?" She asked, confused, looking at him with misty eyes.
"This, we can't, can't—" He frowned, but he wasn't sure himself what he was forbidding her from doing. Telling her not to look after kids was impossible, so he finally said, "The child will be ours, not just yours to raise. You tend to be soft with kids, so I'll handle most of the parenting."
