Though that was said, when Yan Huaizheng thought about the three children in Lu Fengxuan's belly, he simply couldn't bring himself to speak.
Yan Zhan glanced at him and immediately understood what was on his mind. As they say, no one knows a son better than his father.
Yan Zhan let out a cold snort and said:
"My granddaughter, Yan Zhan's blood, isn't as fragile as you think. I believe she can bear this burden. Once she crosses that hurdle, everything will be negotiable."
"You make it sound so easy and simple, Old Yan ."
Yan Huaizheng glanced down at Yan Zhan's tightly clenched hand gripping the blanket, exposing him bluntly:
"If you really think Xuanxuan can bear it, why are you so worried? You're about to tear the blanket apart."
"You brat!"
Yan Zhan, visibly annoyed, told him off: "Leave, hurry up and stop irritating me!"
"I haven't finished my food yet."
