Fang Pingying felt that Luo Zhiyong's attitude was quite good, and the anger in her heart subsided a bit. She smiled and pursed her lips, "He really is his mother's son, truly knows her well."
Luo Zhiyong glanced at her and gave a helpless smile. "Let's forget it, I know my mom. There's no need to explain. If she got hit, then she got hit. It's good for her to take a loss. She probably wouldn't dare to cause more trouble next time."
Fang Pingying smiled and neither agreed nor disagreed.
Luo Zhiyong looked outside the room and thought of Fang Xiu giving birth. He frowned and asked, "Why didn't anyone tell me about Fang Xiu giving birth?"
Fang Pingying said, "We thought there were still about ten days left, didn't we? I was actually planning to send her back home today. But unexpectedly, she started having stomach pains yesterday saying she was about to give birth, so I called my parents over."
