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Indeed, it was too forced.
His hand gently pressed on the spot where a metal fan was tucked at his waist.
Jiang Na also opened one eye, glancing at Tang Jin with some nervousness, then at the little ghost.
"Did auntie tell him to hit you?"
That childish voice broke through the rapidly changing atmosphere.
The woman paused for a moment, gently tilting her head to look at the four- or five-year-old child.
"Did auntie make him give you the cold shoulder?"
Facing the child's consecutive questions, she gently shook her head.
"Then, did auntie want Chao Chao to be gone?"
Without even needing a reply, the woman already burst into tears just hearing that name.
Compromising in such a marriage has no good outcomes; it's certainly not the 'perfect family' that children hope to see and have.
Little Milk Jin had seen some examples of this before.