Hearing Su Yinhe's words, Lin Murong was stunned.
He was stunned.
Staring at Su Yinhe, eyes wide.
After who knows how long, he suddenly turned and ran.
He ran off quickly, and before Su Yinhe could even react, the man who had just run off was back just as quickly.
In his hand, he held a bottle of eye drops.
Lin Murong opened the eye drops, awkwardly applied them to his eyes, and then started whining.
While whining, he looked up at Su Yinhe, as if to say, "See, I have tears now."
Su Yinhe: "..."
Damn.
So immature.
"You know what, I'm tired." Taking care of kids is too exhausting.
Even though she was comfortably seated, she was still so tired.
"Don't be like that, how could you be tired? You're still watching shows! You just don't want to talk to me, do you?!" His eyes, red from the eye drops, gave him a pitiful look as he rubbed them vigorously.
Su Yinhe: "..."
God damn it.
