These words just happened to be heard by Xu Zijin. He let out a cold laugh, "If you're feeling unwell, go to the hospital. If the golden lump has an accident, Ling Xiaoling, you won't be able to bear the consequences."
In the living room, including Xu Matriarch, Song Weiyi and Pei Yibai were all present.
Suddenly hearing Xu Zijin's words, everyone was stunned.
"Xu Zijin, if you keep spouting nonsense, get back to the hospital." The Matriarch was furious and roared at her son.
This was simply outrageous — such explosive words, outright cursing the child in Xiaoling's belly.
"Mom, I'm just stating the facts. Aren't you afraid something will go wrong with your precious grandson?" Xu Zijin pulled his lips into a faint sneer.
"There's nothing wrong with my precious grandson! Stop worrying about what doesn't concern you and take care of your own business."
Shooting him a fierce glare, the Matriarch strode towards Xiaoling, holding her hand and fussing over her with concern.
