Yi Weiyang saw that Yi Luowa was hesitating and asked with a smile, "What do you want to say?"
Yi Luowa pouted, "Second Uncle, the doctor said I shouldn't get too emotional right now. Whatever I say, you'd better agree to it, or else if I get upset, it won't be good for my health."
Yi Weiyang chuckled, "Then let's wait until you're better to talk about it."
"But bottling it up makes me annoyed." Yi Luowa frowned slightly, her wound aching. Wasn't the anesthesia wearing off too quickly?
"What's wrong?" Yi Weiyang and Tong Airui asked almost at the same time.
Yi Luowa bit her pink lip lightly, "The anesthesia might be wearing off. Before it starts hurting badly, I need to say it... Second Uncle, have a child!"
Yi Weiyang's expression darkened slightly, "Didn't I tell you already? In this life, you're the only child I'll have!"
