Now it was Mrs. Mu's turn to be unhappy. "It's so ugly, I don't want it."
Mu Jin Huan held the woman's hand that was about to pull off the shawl, patiently coaxing, "It's windy outside. If you just wear a dress, you'll catch a cold, which isn't good for the baby."
Showing so much skin would just benefit other men. It would suffice to show it at home for him.
Nan Wan pouted, "Oh, now you only care about the child. Once it's born, will I not matter anymore?"
Mu Jin Huan had a bit of a headache but still replied agreeably, "What are you saying, of course, I care about you."
He used to find her occasional tantrums cute, but now he found her gentle and charming demeanor more appealing.
Nan Wan stood up from the chair, snorting coldly, "That's just an excuse."
Mu Jin Huan couldn't deal with her now; sometimes, no matter how much he coaxed, it didn't work, and her temper was getting worse.
