When the other men heard Joy crying, they looked at the man in embarrassment. "Big Brother, you seem to have made the child cry."
"Tch, children are so troublesome. They cry all the time. It's so annoying." The moment the man finished speaking, he felt a chill on his back. When he turned around, he saw the woman in the front passenger seat staring at him, her dark eyes were filled with a sense of murder.
The burly man suddenly felt uncomfortable all over. He felt as if he was being haunted by a vengeful spirit. He subconsciously moved to the side and suddenly realized that what he did was a little too unmanly, so he quickly moved back and stared at the woman fiercely with his big eyes.
Zhao Youxi stared at the man coldly for a long while before suddenly reaching out her hand to him. "Give it to me."
"What?"
Zhao Youxi furrowed her brows and said in an unfriendly tone, "I said, give the child to me."
