Lin Xiaotian was sitting on the sofa, holding An Qiqi in her arms. She knew An Xiaomian was only pretending to be dead, and since she wasn't supposed to know about An Xiaomian's predicament, she didn't feel worried at all. She hugged An Qiqi tightly and kissed the little one's cheek with a smile: "An Qiqi, how did you get so cute? Auntie adores you. When your mommy comes back, tell her that Auntie wants to be your godmother in the future, okay?"
An Qiqi softly called her, "Auntie, Auntie…"
Lin Xiaotian was overjoyed, and at the same time, she couldn't stop thinking about the child in her own belly.
By proper calculation, she was already nearly two months pregnant.
Her belly hadn't started showing yet, but she knew that in a few more months, she would have a baby of her own, although she didn't know whether it would be a boy or a girl.
Even though she had divorced Li Zimo, she had no intention of terminating the pregnancy. She would keep her child and raise it on her own.
