Leng Yerong was also dealing with it. No one was idle and he was busy the entire morning.
In the end, Long Yan stretched and sat on the sofa with the coffee. He sipped on the coffee as he looked at the miniature Leng Yejin. He suddenly thought of something funny and burst out laughing. He spat a mouthful of coffee on the documents on the table, which made the miniature Leng Yejin and Leng Yerong's eyes burn with anger.
Long Yan quickly took out a tissue and wiped it. As he wiped, he said, " "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. It's too funny. I didn't tense up."
"What's so funny?" Leng Yerong glanced at him indifferently.
Long Yan fantasized boldly,'I was thinking, isn't sister-in-law pregnant now? In a few years, when our little nephew is the same age as big brother Jin, can we hold hands and have fun together as brothers?"
"Who's pregnant? repeat what you just said!" The miniature Leng Yejin's young and tender voice suddenly rose in pitch.
