Old Ye put down the shoe in his hand.
Shen Jiayin squatted down to help him put on his shoes and said, "Thank you, Commander."
In fact, she was deeply moved by how he got angry and yelled at others for her sake.
"You girl, you're not completely tongue-tied, are you?" Old Ye sighed, "Your husband is a doctor, hasn't he thought of a way to help you?"
Old Yao had thought about it, but stuttering is not a physiological issue, it's a psychological wound, and Old Yao could only help her heal it slowly by himself.
"He's, he's very good," she said, "My husband, he's really good."
At the mention of her husband, her whole heart tilted.
Old Ye, huffing, with his hands behind his back, walked back into the house.
