wife, let me explain

every time luo chenxi raised a question, another layer of cold sweat appeared on mu yichen's forehead.  

by the time she was done asking, mu yichen was already drenched in sweat.  

luo chenxi scoffed coldly,"hurry up and explain!"  

"hurry up and explain to mama!" the little dumpling imitated luo chenxi's action. she patted the sofa with her tiny hands and questioned.  

mu yichen greeted he jinsi in his heart again. at the same time, he plopped down on the sofa next to luo chenxi. he stretched out his arms in an attempt to pull his wife and daughter into his arms.  

luo chenxi was quick to react. she slapped his arm away.

"stay away from me and explain your problem to me first! otherwise, don't even think about entering the bedroom today. you'll have to kneel on a durian at the door!"

mu yichen could only sit still obediently when he saw that his shameless plan had failed. he tried his best to put on the most sincere attitude.