When My Wife Stuffed Our Daughter in the Trunk, I Ruined Her Entire Family

When the car stopped at a rest area, I thought Lin Qinghuan was just going to buy coffee.

"Niannian's asleep. Don't wake her." I pulled my daughter closer into my arms.

Lin Qinghuan got out of the car, opened the back door, and snatched our daughter up.

Zhou Jinshen got in with his daughter in his arms and smiled at me. "Hey, buddy, scoot over. I'm sitting in the middle."

I froze. "What are you doing?"

Lin Qinghuan returned to the driver's seat and started the car.

"Your daughter was coughing just now. Jinshen's child has asthma, so they can't be together."

"And?"

"So Niannian can ride in the trunk."

I thought I'd misheard her. "Lin Qinghuan, you're putting my daughter in the trunk?"

She didn't turn around. "It's only half an hour. She won't die."

Zhou Jinshen's daughter clapped and laughed. "The dirty kid's in the trunk! The dirty kid's in the trunk!"

I reached for the door, only to find it was locked.