"Daniu's mom, what… what are you saying?"
Zhao Baozhu jerked his head up, his swollen eyes staring intently at He Tiantian.
"Child's dad, I said I'll listen to you, I won't let our Daniu go to work in the South anymore!"
He Tiantian sneered inwardly; she knew Zhao Baozhu was a selfish and hypocritical weasel.
See that? She hadn't even said anything yet, and Zhao Baozhu's façade of a "loving father" was already starting to crack.
"You, you—"
Zhao Baozhu looked at his wife in disbelief, the scolding that had rushed to his lips was swallowed back down.
He was on the verge of blurting out: "If you bring Daniu back, what about that two thousand yuan? How would we 'adopt' a son?"
But... those words, Zhao Baozhu couldn't say.
Because all this time, he had been acting like a normal person.
The one obsessed with having a son at home was never him, but rather He Xiaotian, this infertile hen.
