"You better not supervise anymore!"
Before Ye Nuanxi could speak, Huo Beichen's deep voice rose, stretching out his hand to pick up the little one struggling to climb onto the bed, "Your aunt's condition is probably worse than your mom's. I think she was crying when she was carried out by Cheng Lingxiu and Mu Fan!"
"What's the situation?"
Crying when being carried out? "That serious? Infertile?"
Had his sister-in-law miscarried and couldn't have children?
"I don't know the details, your brother knows, but let's not ask. If Cheng Lingxiu couldn't do anything about it, we shouldn't rub salt into the wounds!"
As he spoke, he put Little Xingchen back into the nest, thought for a moment, and still placed him on the innermost side of the bed...
"Daddy, I want to sleep between you and Mommy!"
