The room became really cold. The husband and mother froze right there. Jian Ying did not know what to make of it.
"Oh, my God…! This child, you are just too innocent for your own good. This rascal son of mine! How do I handle this now?"
Jian Ehuang became troubled about the couple. She felt sorry for Chen Lijuan.
She was stunned. Jian Ehuang subconsciously turned her head towards her son who was relaxed on the couch. He had the same expression as before on his face. She gave him a killer glare and then averted her eyes. She hugged Chen Lijuan tighter and said.
"Sweetheart... nobody is dying, ok? Your husband meant something different. It's something good actually. You don't have to worry about anything, hm? Little Jian will meet the both of you!"
"Really mother… *Hiccups*..."
Chen Lijuan asked Jian Ehuang.
"Yes dear…! Just look at my baby…! Please drink some water to stop the hiccups, hm?"