"Yunjin, are you not angry anymore?"
The young wife smiled.
Gu Ya knew the little lady was no longer angry.
Su Yunjin stretched out her hand to be held by Gu Ya, and without saying a word, he locked onto the young wife's waist, exerted force in his hands, lifting her, and she was then held sitting in his arms.
Actually, Su Yunjin wasn't truly angry at Gu Ya today; resting her head in Gu Ya's embrace, Su Yunjin pretended to be angry, "Husband, I'll let it slide this time, but if you bring back any more rotten peaches next time, I won't bother with you anymore."
Qiaoqiao had finally been sent away by Su Yunjin today, and Gu Ya, thinking of the way his young wife defended him protectively earlier, nodded obligingly.
"Mhm! I will definitely keep my eyes peeled from now on and won't attract any more rotten peaches for my lady." With the young wife in his arms, Gu Ya felt content.
