I was nicknamed a cow for many years because of my overgrowth, so I decided to have breast reduction surgery.
The husband's brothers teased him that he was unlucky and the big woman he married turned into a little woman.
But he has always been firm: "As long as my wife is happy, I will support her no matter what she chooses!"
I was grateful for his encouragement and was about to go to the hospital when I heard the boy's heartfelt voice.
[The bitch really needs to reduce her breasts. She will affect our ability to drink breast milk and cause our immunity to weaken and burn out our brains! We have to rely on our father and aunt to kill her to avenge us!
I was shocked and stopped taking the number.
The girl's voice came out again.
[You are talking nonsense. Reducing my mother's breasts will help her breast glands and make her father love her more. Our family will be happy and harmonious after her breast reduction. Mom, please take a number. I support you!
You are the one who lied! Bitches are not allowed to take numbers, otherwise I will die with you when I grow up!
