Erin Janus looked at Sylvan Cheney with aggrievance, walked to his side, and covered her stomach with one hand: "I really had a stomachache just now. It's my first time being a mom, feeling a bit nervous is normal. Why did you yell at me? Do you not like this baby..."
She approached Sylvan Cheney.
In Sylvan Cheney's eyes, she saw hidden anger and sharpness, as if a thin white mist concealed them, making it hard to see through.
Sylvan Cheney hadn't spoken to her like this for a long time; she wasn't used to it.
"If your stomach hurts, go to the hospital or call a doctor over!" Sylvan Cheney lowered his voice.
No one knew if it was because of the rain, but Sylvan Cheney's mood was particularly irritable, even restless.
