"You're currently pregnant with Mom's grandchild. This… is what's most important to her! Mom won't blame you for other things, and I won't blame you either!" Cen Mo's face was filled with anticipation and smiles. "When our baby is born, our Lu family will finally have a descendant!"
Cen Mo put out his hand and stroked Song Yao's flat stomach, lowering his head and saying to it, "Darling, don't bully your mama! You must be Papa and Mama's most caring child. Be good and stay in Mama's stomach, and we'll be able to meet in nine months!"
Song Yao put her hand over Cen Mo's big hand, smiling. However, she seemed to be hiding something in the depths of her eyes…
"Why do you still look like you have something on your mind?" Cen Mo asked Song Yao. "Are you still feeling guilty?"
