Carry One In Your Arms, Hold One In Your Hand
Editor: Henyee Translations
The old man liked to listen to her talk. He laughed when he heard that. "Sure. If you have anything to worry about in the future and don't want to handle it yourself, leave it to me. I'll do all the worrying for you! In a few years, I'll be even more willing to worry over you. You and your cousin will carry one child each back home. Hahaha, the house will be lively then."
"I heard your laughter from afar. Why are you guys so happy?" Mr. Fu's voice came from the door. Just as he was about to unlock the door and enter, Ye Jian rushed over and opened the study room door.
The door was still locked.
Mr. Fu came out of the kitchen wearing a dark-colored checkered apron. When the study door opened, he saw his daughter smiling brightly. She was obviously in a good mood… However, her eyes were a little red. She looked like she had cried.
"Did you cry? What were you talking about? You're crying and laughing."