"I never said I would hit you!"
Chu Yihan raised his voice to emphasize, but Su Yingxue's expression only crumbled further, "You're shouting at me! Now you even yell at me, Chu Yihan, you've changed! Sob sob, you've changed, you've changed!"
"..."
Chu Yihan was at a loss.
For the first time in thirty years, he faced a scenario where he couldn't utter a single word.
His words were twisted beyond recognition by Su Yingxue, and now she was crying so fiercely that his heart ached with hers.
But every time he touched her, she would hit him and cry even harder.
Zhuo Junli watched with great interest from the side.
His two little nieces knelt on the ground, having forgotten to rise, with dazed expressions.
Leng Muling couldn't hide her words, "Sister, is this really... the Emperor? How can they argue like this?"
Chu Yihan was supposed to have a celestial bearing, almost godlike.