Over the course of breakfast, Yu Zihan glanced at Shen Qing's belly no fewer than twenty times. Finally, as the meal was drawing to a close, he couldn't help but ask, "Mother, how much longer until my little sister comes out?"
Seeing how the little guy was already dead set on the idea that she was carrying a baby sister, Shen Qing chuckled softly. Not wanting to pour cold water on his excitement, she said, "At least another seven months or so."
She was only a little over two months pregnant; her belly wasn't even showing yet. The baby's birth was still a long way off.
Yu Zihan was clearly disappointed to hear it would be so long, but he quickly perked up. "During these seven months, I'll be sure to protect you and my sister, Mother!
Mother, we'll be staying in Xizhou for a while now, right?"
