Ye Ningwan saw Feng Jiuzun's surprised expression and sneered, speaking slowly, "Frightened? But I'm very happy and looking forward to his arrival. If you feel uncomfortable, you can put me down; I can leave."
"What's uncomfortable? Are you saying I'll be a dad in the future?" Feng Jiuzun finally came to his senses but joked.
Ye Ningwan's face darkened. "What do you mean you'll be a dad? What does it have to do with you?"
"Zhan Hanjue is dead; do you still want the child to be born without a dad? I don't mind, reluctantly I can let him call me dad."
"Zhan Hanjue is not dead," Ye Ningwan said resolutely, "He's definitely alive, I have a feeling."
"Tch, women love to fantasize, not crying until seeing the coffin." Feng Jiuzun pouted.
Ye Ningwan angrily said, "He's not dead anyway, don't curse him, or I'll get angry."
"Alright, alright, don't get angry, you might affect the child." Feng Jiuzun quickly softened.
Ye Ningwan closed her eyes and drowsily fell asleep.
