"He's upset we didn't take him out," Yang Chuxia said with a laugh.
"Wife…"
"Hmm?"
Seeing that he didn't speak, Yang Chuxia curiously raised an eyebrow.
"If I become a big fatso, would you despise me?" Ye Zi'an struggled with the thought, deeply troubled about his image.
He didn't know how he had gained weight, and what if he kept getting fatter?
Seeing his face full of turmoil, Yang Chuxia wordlessly twitched the corner of her mouth, wondering why men cared so much about weight, just as many women do.
Seeing that she didn't respond, Ye Zi'an grew deeply sorrowful, "Wife, you wouldn't, right? One mustn't be so superficial. After all, we've been married for many years, and our child is already so big. If you scorn me, it will disrupt our family harmony and make the child unhappy."
