Zongxia is bending his head to scratch the wound on the back of his hand. The more he is about to recover, the more itchy it is. He doesn't understand Shiyi's words. He looks up at her suspiciously. "What do you say?"

looking at her gaze, she raised her slender arm to point at her belly, and stressed again, "your child It must be sad to be beaten up by those bad guys? "

Zong Xia's brain still didn't respond to what he was referring to, and he looked stiff

"don't you know? Didn't yuecang tell you? " Shiyi was surprised to cover his mouth, then lowered his head to...