Yang Peimin found Shen Yiguang's domineering nature to be reaching new heights again.
She stared at his face with wide eyes.
Shen Yiguang raised his eyebrows, "Minmin, this is for our child."
Yang Peimin gave him a sideways glance.
As they walked through the fields, Shen Yiguang began to recount the naughtiness of his childhood: flipping snake tails, blocking field mice, smoking out bees, and even throwing manure at his enemies. He was always the ringleader in these mischiefs, and he had the audacity to even trade in the black market for money and grain. Yang Peimin couldn't help but widen her eyes in disbelief. Such a terribly playful person!
"Hey, what if your child is as naughty as you?" Yang Peimin thought to herself and frowned, right, it would be somewhat better if it were a girl, but boys are four times harder to teach...
Shen Yiguang: "..."
