Lan Xin Ai was so scared that she didn't know where to look.
"Wife, I feel so terrible." Xi Yemo's forehead was full of sweat.
Lan Xin Ai looked at Xi Yemo's face, turning slightly pale, and her kind heart felt a bit helpless: "What should we do?"
Xi Yemo didn't know whether to laugh or cry, his little woman was adorable, but she also gave him a headache.
"Wife, you need to fulfill your duties as a wife."
"No." Lan Xin Ai's face lost its color.
"Wife, do you want to see your husband die from suppression?"
Xi Yemo's tone carried a slight trace of aggrievement and pain.
"I didn't," Lan Xin Ai panicked.
"Do you want Grandma to cry every day, do you want the Xi family to have no descendants?"
Accusation after accusation was thrown at her, making Lan Xin Ai on the verge of tears: "I didn't."
"You're a nurse, you should know the implications."
