"It's all your fault..." Mu Xiangwan had never thought she could be so sentimental. Overcome with emotion, she found herself crying uncontrollably. She playfully patted the man a few times, but worried about bumping his injured arm, then angrily muttered, "It's because of you and all your overly sentimental words! You purposely made me cry! Don't you know that pregnant women have low emotional thresholds and unstable moods?"
Su Chaoyang looked at her crying and laughing at the same time, then surrendered with a soft smile, "Alright, alright, it's all my fault, blame me, blame me... I shouldn't have said anything so sentimental. Actually, I wasn't aiming for you, you know. Didn't I already know you're pregnant? Haven't you heard of 'a mother's worth comes from her child'? I was saying all that for the baby—ah, ow, ow, let go, let go!"
