"Clear up, don't worry about me. Hurry up." Xia Yihan is still not satisfied with the current speed.

"Young lady, you have to consider the children in your stomach."

Son, do you blame your mother? If you want to be weird, you should help your mother. Xia Yihan touched his belly lovingly and understood it for a while. It seemed that he could understand Xia Yihan's pains and helplessness.

"Clear, I'm afraid, you're speeding up a little bit." Xia Yihan said, almost praying.

Xia Yiqing watched his busy eyes fail, and he increased his speed a little.

It was very quiet inside, and Xia Yihan kept looking out the window...