Wen's mother sat opposite her and was the first to notice Wen Yi clutching her chest and looking somewhat uncomfortable. She asked with concern, "Yiyi, what's the matter?"
"Nothing..." Wen Yi took a deep breath twice, forcefully suppressing the feeling, and waved with her left hand, "Let's eat, Mom. Having one grandson is enough for you. If I really have another one, you'll have both a grandson and a grandchild. You won't be able to take care of them all..."
Wen's mother wanted to persuade her further, but seeing that her complexion didn't seem very comfortable, she stopped and only said, "Let's eat first. This matter can't be rushed."
However, Mo Shichen was staring at her all the time, his dark eyes shaded with a touch of complexity, and he asked in a low voice, "Yiyi, are you feeling unwell?"
"No," she turned her head towards him and smiled, "Let's eat, today my mom cooked herself, her cooking skills are no worse than the chefs at home."
"Alright."
