105 Half-hour-old Son

Fang Xiaonuan nodded in agreement. It made sense. Her father had once said that Ji Lingchen would work for the whole 24 hours a day if he could. He was a workaholic. 

Ji Lingchen looked at her flat stomach. He put his hand on it and asked, "Mrs. Ji, how old is my son?" 

Fang Xiaonuan rolled her eyes. She looked at her husband and chuckled. "He's half an hour old!" 

Ji Lingchen was stunned. Then, he asked, "He can kick people when he's half an hour old?" 

Fang Xiaonuan made up a story. "Yes, he is squirming. And it feels like he's kicking me!" 

Ji Lingchen couldn't help but laugh. He really couldn't do anything to this little wife of his.