Han Miaoyu was still angry, "Who cares who he is? No matter who hits you, you have to hit back hard, so that they'll never dare to mess with you again in their next life."
"What if it's me?" Han Shaobing, who had just stepped out to take a call, pushed the door open and walked in, coincidentally hearing his sister's words, and joked with a smile, "If I hit your husband, would you ask him to do the same?"
"You wouldn't dare," Han Miaoyu glanced at him, "If you dare to hit my Brother Xiao, I'll cry for you!"
Han Shaobing walked over to Han Miaoyu's bed and patted Xiao Ying on the shoulder, saying with emotion, "Aying, I think our family raised this daughter just for you. It's such a loss."
Xiao Ying chuckled and looked at Mother Han, who was sorting out the baby's clothes, "I will honor our parents well."
Mother Han glanced at him with a smile, "I think Aying is better than my own son, more easygoing than a real son."