"Bring to the hospital?" Huang Yueran's expression was a bit eerie, "Then you better bring less."
"What's wrong?" Luo Qianqian immediately sensed something amiss, slightly furrowing her brow. Her mother was currently awaiting childbirth—could it be that someone dared to deny her food?
"Ah..." Huang Yueran waved her hand dismissively.
He Wenyu couldn't hold back and jumped up, "Isn't it just Granny's awful mother-in-law? Always saying how the belly doesn't look like it's carrying a grandson, always denying Granny delicious food. If it weren't for Uncle Lin's intervention, who knows how thin she would have become. The nutritional products your aunties brought last time they visited were all taken away to feed his young son, daughter-in-law, and grandson!"
Luo Qianqian narrowed her eyes, "Really remembers the sweets but forgets the blows." She still vividly remembered the incident with that old lady at the last wedding.
