"Abigail..."
"Mm." Brandon Piers called her twice, and Abigail replied with difficulty.
"When will he be full?" Brandon asked in a hoarse voice.
Abigail's neck turned pink, "It... it'll take a while longer."
"Mm."
With Brandon's response, the room fell silent again.
Normally, Abigail didn't feel much when feeding the baby, but today it felt especially long, and the September weather in Swallow City was really stuffy and hot.
Abigail lifted her arm to fan her face, trying to cool down, but it was useless. Instead, it made her feel pretentious and awkward.
She tried to find a topic, but her mind was blank and she didn't know what to say.
Fortunately, the man beside her finally spoke again, "How do you plan to spend your birthday next year?"
