C590 Wife Little Miss Muddle

As he chewed on the meat, Yin Zhengqi hummed to himself, his face unconsciously revealing traces of "I don't like it": making a fuss!

At this moment, Yin's mother's hands were trembling slightly. She put down her chopsticks, took a tissue and wiped the stains on the table, then forced herself to ease her emotions:

"Haven't you always disagreed? If you say something like that