"So you're telling me all this just to treat me like a trash can?" Mu Qiuniang recalled a word Jiang Nuo had once mentioned to her and asked with a calm expression.
Song Weiming smiled awkwardly, "I really didn't mean it that way, actually I wanted to ask Sister-in-law Jiang for something, and just forgot while talking."
"What is it?"
"I don't know what to call it, but it's used for pregnancy protection. My wife is pregnant now, it's still early, and the matters with Tianhe are not settled yet. I'm afraid he might make a move on my wife, so I'd like to ask you for something to protect the fetus."
"Congratulations!" Hearing it was about a child, Mu Qiuniang's gaze softened, she told him to wait a moment, then pulled out a pigeon egg-sized piece of warm jade, a set of carving knives, and a red string from her handbag, or rather, from the space ring.
With the jade in her left hand and the knife in her right hand, she began to move swiftly.
