Jiang Wei'er, suddenly feeling old, exclaimed, "Bullshit!" and hung up.
"Hmph, you're just jealous of me!" He continued making calls, struggling to get out of bed, hobbling along in his slippers, "Ming Xiaoliu, ah."
Ming Yanghua's voice sounded listless, "Play mahjong?" Coldly refusing, "No thanks."
He hadn't felt like playing mahjong recently.
He had been obsessed with 'ghosts' lately, with no appetite and in a state of malaise.
"What mahjong? I'm done with mahjong for good, I'm never playing it again in my life." Xue Baoyi, leaning on the staircase railing, moved step by step, grimacing in pain while shaking with mirth, "Let me tell you, I'm gonna be a dad—"
Feng Zhanling called out to Bao'er, "Where are you going?"
Xue Baoyi turned his head and replied, "To my wife's."
"Don't go empty-handed, I've bought some tonics in the downstairs room, take them for her to eat."
"Got it."
Xue Baoyi continued to brag to Ming Yanghua about becoming a dad.
