A soft weight on Mu Chudi's shoulder, looking up, is my aunt.

"Xiaodi, marriage is not a trifle. The Chinan kid I've seen is a good kid." My aunt spoke with Mu Chudi with a long heart. She looked kindly with her usual eyes. Mu Chudi could not stop acting coquettishly in her aunt's arms.

But at this moment, an unspeakable pain slowly attacked my heart.

Mu Chudi did not speak and bit his lip.

"Auntie, now she's not wanted by the family in the pond, and I don't know which wild seed I'm pregnant with!"

Mushan refused to let go, holding on to Mu Chudi's painful feet. From childhood...