C169 (2/2)

Little Fishy glanced at Swallow, then handed her hand to Night Nine, and the two of them left hand in hand.

Yan Yu looked at Night Nine with a bitter expression on her face. She was really sick. If Xiaoyu really had the ability, how could she let him ride in a wheelchair? She should have already treated him, so she shouldn't have listened to rumors.

Yan Yu walked back to her seat and sat down. She poured herself a cup of wine and downed it in one gulp.

Right now, she didn't ask for anything else, just hoped that the Eighth Prince could live like a normal man. Was she wrong?

That vulgar expression of a man drooling over a woman appeared in front of Yan Yu's eyes. She waved her hand, but she still felt disgusted. However, the sisters in the building all said that if you love someone, you must give your heart and soul to him.

People who loved each other would always do those kinds of things, so why would the sisters cry behind their backs after doing those things?

Yanyu drank by herself, occasionally throwing the dice.

Xiaoyu and co. returned to their home, but before they even entered the door, they heard Nezha's heart-wrenching cries. Xiaoyu immediately let go of Night Nine's hands and rushed inside.

Hearing Nezha's crying, Night Nine was also very worried. He didn't want Little Yu to be more anxious than him, so he just left him there. He looked at his empty hands and felt a sense of loss.

”Why are you crying so loudly?” Little Fishy lifted the curtain and hurriedly walked in front of Little Red. She received Little Nezha and probed his forehead.

The little Nezha stopped crying and reached out his hand to wave away Little Fishy's hand with dissatisfaction. He looked at her with wide open eyes with dissatisfaction. He didn't know if he was a kid who drank milk or not, he actually left him at home without caring about anything else. They wanted to starve him to death, the more they thought about it, the more wronged he got.

”Alright, alright. Don't cry anymore, I don't care if you're crying anymore.” Little Fishy grit her teeth. This little demoness was crying to the point that her head ached.

Nezha's voice suddenly stopped. He looked at Little Fishy resentfully, thinking to himself, ”Do you think I'm willing to cry? Do you know that males have tears that do not easily fall?” Poor me can't eat anything but breast milk. I can't eat anyone else's milk, and I can't even starve to death. Since he can't even speak, he naturally has to cry and express his grief and indignation.

Seeing that everyone had left, Nezha couldn't hold himself anymore and said, ”Stinking woman, you want to starve to death.”

When Little Fishy heard this, her long, shapely eyebrows slanted inwards. This fellow relied on the fact that she had transmigrated and did not put anyone in her eyes. She endured it. She even rejected the least bit of courtesy and respect.

Little Fishy was originally in a bad mood, so she directly threw him onto the bed, ”You slowly cry, I won't serve you anymore.”

”Beauty, I've been hungry for the whole day.” The little Nezha saw that things were not going well, and immediately went soft.

”Beautiful women? What beautiful women? If you call her mother, she'll die.” Little Fishy leisurely sat on the chair as she sipped her tea. She had to be educated from a small place, and her son who had transmigrated to her world had to be educated from the moment he was born.

”Mama Sang, please be merciful. I've never seen such a heartless mother like you. Are you my stepmother? How heartless.” Little Nezha complained, he was starving, how could she have the mood to drink tea?