"This..."
Lin Ke looked at Antova.
Antova shook her head, "Don't look at me, you guys chat, just pretend I'm not here."
Saying this, Antova sat upright on the chair, playing the part of a statue.
Lin Ke then looked at Rica, full of suspicion, "You wouldn't have thrown our son out early just to go fight, would you?"
Rica rolled her eyes at Lin Ke, "My relationship with the son is much better than yours, isn't it?"
As she spoke, Rica touched her belly, "Do you want to listen to our son's voice?"
Our son's voice?
So Lin Ke couldn't hold back any longer, he gently kneeled on one knee and placed his ear against Rica's belly.
At the same time, a thread-thin, barely discernible, nearly non-existent spiritual power ventured into Rica's belly.
Lin Ke was extremely careful; in this lifetime, or rather, in both his lifetimes, he had never been this cautious, fearing he might make a mistake he'd regret for life.
Then he clearly heard a strong heartbeat in his ear.
