Xie Yan wiped away his bitter tears for himself, saying that he was charmingly naive, and only he himself knew that he was physically and mentally exhausted, so he dressed in colorful clothes to entertain his parents.
It was not that he thought highly of himself, but that he was old. He dared to say that most of the people present were not as old as him.
Of course, he was referring to her actual age.
Xiao Baoxin and Xie Wan, Wang Qiang, and Twelfth Mother Wang sat together. Xiao Miaorong was going to give birth in a month. Now that she was pregnant, she wrote a letter to them. The letter was filled with bitter tears and all kinds of reactions during pregnancy.
The child in her stomach had been tormenting her enough. She had vomited from pregnancy until she was about to give birth, and she loved to bleed.
