Xiao Heng stopped with his knife and fork, looking at her with utmost seriousness, "Could it be twins—a boy and a girl?"
Meng Jingyi almost spat beef all over Xiao Heng, her face reddened, and she quickly took a sip of juice, coughing several times.
Xiao Heng frowned at her reaction, "Isn't it?"
"Of course not, you're dreaming." Meng Jingyi glared at him, "The ultrasound already showed it's a single live birth, so you can give up on that idea!"
Xiao Heng sighed in relief, "One is great. You're so skinny, if you really had two, it would be too much for you."
Meng Jingyi pursed her lips, proudly thinking: At least you have some conscience!
Xiao Heng continued, "If my mom knows you're pregnant, she'd probably be overjoyed. She's been hoping for a grandchild for many years."
