"Where is my dear granddaughter? Isn't the day of her delivery still a few days away, and why is she suddenly giving birth now?"
He had not even thought of a name for his great-granddaughter yet, so how could she be born so soon?
Nan Xian looked at Tian Ya's hand, holding his lapel, and gently slapped his hand away. He then turned around to enter the room.
Fu Chen stopped Nan Xian; his eyes were filled with determination. "Mother said you can't go in."
"Get out of the way!" Nan Xian's eyes were slightly sunken, and his voice was a little colder.
It had been several hours, and there had been no news from her, so he must stay by Qing'er's side to calm her.
"You can't go in. Mother can control everything, so you don't have to worry."
'The little brat is so stubborn, refusing to come out…
