Yan Ye thought of something.
It was after that encounter with Lian Xinying, Xiaocheng kept telling him how big his mother's belly was.
But Yan Ye never took his son's words seriously.
After all, children often prattle about trivial things, and their standards for viewing things don't align with his own.
So, at the time, Yan Ye didn't take what Xiaocheng said to heart.
But now, as he clenched his fists, his regret was indescribable.
"Brother, go let Yingying out. It's not good to keep her locked in the room," Jian Yu said after clearing his throat twice.
If he wasn't mistaken, Lian Xinying was most likely pregnant.
Since she was pregnant, there was no point in being angry with her anymore.
No matter what Lian Xinying had done wrong, no matter how angry she had made him, it didn't matter.
Pregnant women are a very vulnerable group by nature.
Yan Ye's slender fingers pressed against his temples.
This truly was a headache!
