When Zhuang Hong rushed to the bedroom, he saw Cen Shuang sitting by the bed in a daze with a report in her hand. "Shuang Shuang, what's wrong? Are you sick? Is it serious?"
Cen Shuang looked at Zhuang Hong through her tears, but she did not say anything. She just sat there and cried silently.
Zhuang Hong saw Cen Shuang sitting there crying, and his heart felt like it was being squeezed. "Shuang Shuang, you're fine. Now that the medical technology is so advanced, even if you're unwell, we can actively cure your sickness."
Cen Shuang looked at Zhuang Hong's helpless expression and her face suddenly broke into a smile. "I'm not sick. I'm three months pregnant."
Zhuang Hong was stunned. After a long while, he came back to his senses and took the report from Cen Shuang's hands. His face was expressionless, but his hands were shaking slightly. "I'm going to be a father!"
