"Don't worry," Jiang Xu patted his son's shoulder, calmly saying: "With the current medical technology, even if Lin Zhiyin tried to have trouble, it would be impossible. Relax.
You don't look like someone handling big matters.
Back when your mom was pregnant, I was totally calm and controlled the whole situation without changing my expression."
Jiang Lanxi immediately showed admiration: "Father, you are so impressive."
"Quit pretending here," Chen Yue ruthlessly exposed Jiang Xu: "Your performance back then was far worse than Lan Xi.
It was as if someone had a knife to your neck, pitifully weak and helpless."
"Exactly, exactly," Jiang Shan joined in the roast: "Who was the one anxiously pacing outside the delivery room.
And kept bringing his hands together in prayer, invoking all the gods and buddhas in the sky?"
Jiang Xu's face turned red: "Mom, Dad, is it right to sabotage your own son like this? That's too much."