"Little Chen is so good. By the way, why don't you pick a name for one of them? Even a nickname would work."
"Let's call him Huanhuan."
Qin Miaomiao: .....
"That's a panda's name!"
"Oh, then Xixi?"
"..."
At this moment, Lu Qing walked in from outside. As soon as he saw Qin Miaomiao, his brows furrowed.
This had become his signature expression. As the due date approached, he grew increasingly anxious.
"Honey, you're back."
"Mm."
"Come here, let me hug you."
Lu Qing cooperatively walked over, but her belly was too big—it was practically impossible to hug her properly. Alright, she's just too heavy; it really can't be done.
"Are you behaving?"
Little Chen's mouth moved, wanting to bring up how she almost fainted again today, but after receiving her glare, he swallowed the words.
"Yes, I'm being good, very good."
"Good, that's what I want to hear. I'm going to discuss something with Ninth Uncle."
"Alright."
