Seeing Ying Jing not reacting, he pulled her hand.
The one embarrassed became Ying Jing.
She responded, stammering.
"I was just joking, don't take it seriously! There are so many people here."
"Well, carrying my wife has nothing to do with the number of people. Wherever and whenever, I should prioritize your needs. I feel that carrying someone I love through the crowd is something only others would envy."
Wen Fucheng tugged her hands forward, and Ying Jing fell onto his back directly.
Scared, she quickly grabbed onto his neck.
"Uncle."
"Call me brother, I'm the OO generation."
Ying Jing burst out laughing. What on earth! OO generation, doesn't that make her a sphere?
"The 00 generation doesn't recognize you."
She heard the sound of Wen Fucheng laughing, she leaned forward and kissed his laughing cheek.
People passing by gasped softly.
He adjusted the person on his back. "Are you afraid of being recognized?"
Ying Jing answered loudly.
