Wan Qiweng stood at the door staring into the distance, while Wan Yihui was beside her, constantly trying to persuade her.
Although Mom's condition has been good these days, it's time for her to give birth, so she can't act impulsively.
The problem is that Wan Yihui has repeated everything the doctor initially said, but still can't stop Mom from not listening.
Looking at Mom's anxious expression, Wan Yihui couldn't help but recall some gossip he once heard, which claimed that Mom didn't like Dad.
If those people saw Mom's current anxious state, they would realize how wildly wrong they were.
"Aunt, have some milk," Gong Jiaxin brought over a glass of warm milk from inside.
Wan Qiweng was really reluctant to drink these. Hadn't she been supplementing enough lately?
But her words were useless; all the kids at home strictly followed the doctor's advice, and it didn't matter that she was an elder here.
