Old Mrs. Zhuang left, and Miao Cuifeng looked at her daughter with some concern: "Miaomiao, if you mind, mom can choose not to have this baby. No matter what, you will always be mom's most treasured daughter."
"Uncle Zhuang has already done so much for mom, and how important this child is to him, mom should know. How can you say such silly things?"
"Miaomiao..." Miao Cuifeng paused: "Are you really not angry with mom?"
"Mom, am I such an unreasonable child?" Miaomiao reproached: "It's lucky that I am your daughter, otherwise who knows how you might doubt me. Regarding the pregnancy, we've had the marriage certificate for three months already, what's there to be embarrassed about?"
Miao Cuifeng breathed a sigh of relief, "Miaomiao, mom has always been worried that you wouldn't understand this matter."
"If it wasn't for waiting for my holiday, your and Uncle Zhuang's marriage ceremony would have been held earlier, mom, don't treat me like a child who doesn't understand anything."
