Zhuo Jian: "..."
"Have you had enough trouble? I won't die, your great-grandchild will be born just fine. Can you leave now?"
Fu Yanye couldn't listen anymore.
Zhuo Jian had delicate feelings, and the way they were talking would definitely embarrass her.
The old lady and Wang Yue watched as Fu Yanye suddenly sat up, thinking, it seems there's nothing wrong with him!
"Chasing me away so soon? I heard about your car accident; my heart almost stopped beating! What about my great-grandchild? And Jianjian's belly is still flat!"
The old lady pretended to wipe her tears while deliberately staring at Zhuo Jian's belly.
Zhuo Jian, in a rush, wore a blue sweater dress, her abdomen particularly flat, which the old lady observed. She had to put her hands in her coat pockets and shield her stomach: "Grandma, you already have a great-grandchild!"
"Don't mention that woman to me. Even if she gives birth, I won't acknowledge it."
