"Mom, your grandson can't do without his maternal grandmother, right? Can Mom help my mother for the sake of the child in my stomach? Junxi, I'm already carrying a child for you. Can you just bail my mother out by pulling some strings?" Ning Yao shook Xu Junxi's arm and acted coquettishly.
Ning Qing idly leaned against the door and looked at her. The corners of her mouth turned up in a sneer. Mothers indeed rise in status through their child in noble families, but Ning Yao's child in her belly was only 40 days old, and she wanted to take credit for it. She was simply as slow and stupid as a pig.
How could Xu Junxi's mother agree to it?
