Jiang Xiaoxiao and Song Moting ended up going back. It's the first day of the Lunar New Year, and they have to go to the wife's family tomorrow. Besides, Jiang Xiaoxiao really couldn't bring herself to disturb the old man and old lady.
The old man's health had just improved not long ago.
The old lady repeatedly cautioned them before letting them go.
Song Moting drove the car, looking at his wife.
"Are you still feeling nauseous?"
His wife was in good health, rarely falling seriously ill, yet she had vomited twice that afternoon.
Song Moting had never seen a pregnant woman before, but he was extremely worried.
"I'm fine, really. Don't treat me like I'm a fragile glass bottle. I'll feel better once we get back."
Jiang Xiaoxiao touched her belly, although she couldn't feel anything yet, she was inexplicably happy.
This was her child.
It's the only thing she hadn't done in her life, nurturing a life connected by blood is something amazing.
