Old Master Shen looked at Huo Tingxiao and, seeing that he had nothing to say, was relieved.
"Hmm, upon checking the pulse, it's not a pregnancy pulse."
The words "not a pregnancy pulse" uncontrollably lifted the corners of Sheng Xueqin's lips.
She knew it! How could it possibly be such a coincidence? To talk about pregnancy neither sooner nor later, but at such a time.
Sure enough, it was a plot, but luckily, she was clever enough.
Humph, Mu Lan, Mu Lan, this time you tried to steal a chicken only to lose the rice!
Her heart was overjoyed, but on the surface, she had to pretend to be sympathetic to Mu Lan's plight.
"Then, Old Master Shen, there's nothing wrong with Mu Lan's health, right? They've been married for so many years and there's been no news. Grandpa Huo has always hoped to hold a great-grandchild.
Could you see if there's anything that needs to be regulated?"
