Liu Mang passed over a tissue, "Look at you, all anxious, wife. Can you rush that kind of thing? Even if we're fast, it takes ten months to have a child."
Lin Ziyan wiped the corner of her mouth and said irritably, "There's not a single serious word in your mouth. If there's a day when you don't tease me, I'd definitely suspect someone else is pretending to be you. Let me be frank with you, your medical skills are quite good, so help me treat a patient."
"Help you treat someone?" Liu Mang narrowed his eyes and kept staring at Lin Ziyan. His wife's reactions were obviously unnatural, her gaze even a little shifty, as if she had done something wrong.
Something was off, way off. Liu Mang asked, "Is it to help you, or to help your father Lin Changtian?"
Lin Ziyan could be sure that the only thing Liu Mang was missing compared to a crafty monkey was a coat of fur. She hadn't even said anything yet, and he had already guessed it, "How did you know?"
