Jiang Yao touched the baby in her stomach, feeling very depressed.
"I wish I'm forgetful. Perhaps I'll forget about worrying about your father. I won't have to worry about anything. I'll just be here to welcome him home."
"You're too funny." Mrs. Jiang shook her head repeatedly, laughing so much that even the wrinkles on her face could be seen. "If your husband finds out what you said, do you think he will be angry with you? It means he has spoiled you so much that you even want to forget about him."
"Mom, why don't you see how torturous this is?" Jiang Yao curled her lips and rubbed her stomach. "Tell Grandma, am I right? Your father is terrible, right?"
Jiang Yao did not think the child would give her any answer, but she never expected that the child in her stomach would suddenly move. She did not know if it was a small hand or a small foot that lightly tapped on her palm. Jiang Yao was so shocked that she forgot to blink.