Ling Sheng bit his hand. "Why don't you give birth instead? If you want the baby so much, go ahead!"
Jun Shiyan hugged the young lady dotingly. When he held her soft and fragrant little body in his arms, her soft heart felt like it was floating in the clouds, she was filled with happiness. He sighed gently. "If I can give birth, I'll help you give birth."
Ling Sheng had no choice. In the end, she followed Nangong Lengyu and Jun Shiyan to the hospital with an uneasy heart.
When the report came out, she was so nervous that her heart was in her throat. It was not that she was afraid of having a baby, it was just that she was not prepared to welcome the baby right now. Her son was still so young, so she did not expect to have a second baby so soon.
"Mom, how is it?" Ling Sheng held her breath nervously.
