The Baby Won't Fall Out Despite Your Little Show!

Missing her target, Lin Shuhua fell face-first onto the couch. Although there was a pillow to cushion her fall, she still felt waves of throbbing pain surging through her belly. Following the turn of events, she quickly used the situation to her benefit. Clutching her stomach, she cried out in pain.

"Oh, dear God... my poor son... You cursed girl! If I end up losing my son because of you, you better hope your father doesn't come and break your legs!"

"God only knows if the child you're carrying actually belongs to my father!" Then, completely ignoring Lin Shuhua's pitiful act, Yun Xi casually continued to savor the red bean paste from her bowl. Lin Shuhua's face immediately froze when she heard those words.