"The baby isn't even born yet, and you're teaching my son bad things." Mu Xue teased with a hint of frustration, then suddenly seemed to remember something, her expression fell, and she gazed heavily at Ling Haoyu. After hesitating for a long while, she gently leaned in closer to his face, voicing her thoughts, "Haoyu, I mean what if...."
"What if it's not the case, then what should we do?"
Hearing her words, Ling Haoyu's smile faded, he stood up and walked back to the window, staring outside lost in thought. Before he could respond, he heard Mu Xue let out a barely audible cry of pain, he quickly turned around and crouched in front of her with some concern, "Where does it hurt?"
Mu Xue smiled, shook her head, and replied, "Nothing, just the baby kicking me."
