Watching Cai Ming nonstop greeting the baby in Auntie's belly, even Zhan Jing couldn't bear to look straight at him.
Her own uncle was such a formidable person, how could he suddenly do something this childish.
"Tell me, isn't my uncle dumb?" If Cai Ming's subordinates, partners, or even his rivals saw this, who knows how scared they'd be.
Dumb? Zhao Xuran couldn't help comparing the currently silly Cai Ming with Zhao Gang and Gong Tao, and yeah, it was a bit dumb—but he also wanted to be dumb like that once.
"Do you think when you have a kid, we'll be this dumb too?"
Probably will. Zhan Jing felt that even though in her previous life she'd seen lots of women give birth, and in this life she'd taken care of pregnant women, she'd never had a child in either life. Of course she'd be excited.
"But I don't want it to be just me, all alone, when I give birth." Even if Wan Qiweng insisted she wasn't aggrieved, was she really not?
