An Jing and Su Changyi hurriedly entered the main hall again.
Until there were only the three of them in the room, An Jing said, "Just say it quickly, I'm dying of anxiety!"
Su Yixing quickly calmed her, "Mom, don't worry. It's like this, Míngyè has poison in his body, and it will more or less pass onto the child. This child cannot be born, and even if he is, he would be stillborn."
"How could this be..." An Jing couldn't believe it, almost losing her balance. Fortunately, Su Changyi quickly supported her.
"Mom, mom, mom," Su Yixing also hurriedly supported An Jing, "This child can't be kept, but once Míngyè's body clears the poison, Little Sister can have a child. There's no need to rush. It's just that this child is coming at the wrong time."
An Jing said, "Your little sister has always hoped to have a child. How can she accept this?"
