As the children chattered back and forth, Qin Yuhuai's lips were tightly pursed into a straight line, veins bulging on his neck as if he was trying very hard to suppress something.
Finally, he could no longer bear it and asked, "Qin Susu, what are you doing?"
"Finding you a wife!" Susu earnestly uttered the word "wife."
Qin Yuhuai's usually cool and melancholic face almost couldn't maintain its composure.
He took a deep breath, suppressed his emotions, and asked in a deep voice, "Who told you that?"
"What?" Susu tilted her head, her little face full of confusion as she looked at Qin Yuhuai.
"I mean, who told you the word 'wife,' and who told you that I need a wife?"
Qin Yuhuai knew that Susu, only three and a half years old, was unlikely to understand these things.
Her sudden desire to find him a girlfriend must have come from someone else.