"Are you jealous?" Liam Yancey walked to the bedside holding his daughter, looking down at the woman's fair face, his eyebrows smiling.
"Look at you..." Seeing his expression, Tara Summer was inexplicably a bit annoyed, "Your daughter told you not to be mean to Joshua, and you agreed right away. Now your daughter wants you to let me get out of bed, do you agree?"
"No." Liam Yancey didn't even think before he immediately refused, making Tara Summer want to curse him.
"Liam Yancey, you're really annoying. I'm less than two months pregnant, and you want me to lie in bed until the baby is born? There's still seven or eight months to go, you want me to die lying in bed!?"
She felt he was making a fuss over nothing. It's just morning sickness, is it necessary to restrict her movement!?
"Is it so exaggerated?" Liam Yancey retorted.
