Fang Pingying glanced at her belly and frowned, "Otherwise, don't go to the shop every day. With Sister-in-law Qiulin there, we can rest assured, and I will regularly check the accounts in the future."
Juzi heard this and grimaced with irritation, "If I really don't go, I have nowhere else to go. If I stay at home every day, my mother-in-law will nag me to death."
Fang Pingying smiled and patted her, saying, "If you have nowhere to go, just come to my house. Generally, there's not much to do at the shop, and I'm usually at home. I can also make some food that pregnant women love, and with the kids around at our house, you'll feel happier."
"Speaking of the kids at your house, I really like them." Juzi said, and suddenly remembered something, giggled a few times, and told Fang Pingying, "My husband Huang Lin said, in the future, he wants to marry your daughter Yaoyao to our son."
"You wish, always favoring boys over girls."
