Seeing Mu Lingqian's face looking so unpleasant, Wen Xiangyang couldn't help but let out a chuckle: "I haven't even said anything and you're already this agitated. If I actually said it, wouldn't you just gobble me up?"
Mu Lingqian stared at Wen Xiangyang.
Only to hear Wen Xiangyang say, "Xiao Xin is considering giving the child away for adoption, can I perhaps..."
"Don't think about all that nonsense."
He had sought the most authoritative experts; he didn't believe the 5% chance couldn't be raised to 50%. Even if Xiangyang truly couldn't bear children, he would rather just live with her, just the two of them, which is even better, with no one to disturb them.
"But, in the Mu family, you are the only one..."
"That old man isn't dead yet; he's only in his fifties."
Wen Xiangyang: "..." Young Master Mu, are you suggesting your dad should have another son?
"Sleep!" Mu Lingqian said, then embraced Wen Xiangyang, pressing her head into his chest.