Wen Xiangyang suddenly grabbed Yan Xin's hand, and with a face full of anxiety and concern, he asked, "Xiao Xin, what's wrong? Did something happen? Why do you look like this?"
"Xiangyang, I'm fine." Yan Xin smiled weakly.
"I found out about the child..." Yan Xin started to say, but Wen Xiangyang interrupted her, "I know, I know whose child it is. Xiao Xin, tell me, did something happen to you? You..."
"Xiangyang, I just haven't slept for two days." Yan Xin stretched lazily, trying to appear relaxed, "Xiangyang, I can't do it anymore, I'm so tired, I'm going back to my room to sleep. Since you already know whose child it is, then you can give birth to the child with peace of mind. No matter what, I will always be your baby's godmother."
Yan Xin hugged Wen Xiangyang and then walked out.
However, the way she walked was very unnatural.
Yan Xin left.