"Mr. Mu, you like children so much, why don't you have one of your own?" However, just at that moment, a cold voice rang in everyone's ears. Mu Lin subconsciously looked towards the newcomer, the originally icy corners of his lips slowly revealing a faint smile.
"You got here quite fast." The arc of his smile was graceful, and he still held Xiaoyue gently in his arms as he slightly turned to look at the tall figure approaching, his voice carrying a somewhat different implication.
As if he had already guessed that the man would appear.
With an indifferent glance at the person before him, Jing Chen walked over to Mu Lin's side and without hesitation picked her up and placed her back on the bed, "The doctor said that pregnant women should not get out of bed too often." His sharp eyes held a hint of distress, "What if you catch a cold?" In Jing Chen's heart, nothing was more important than Mu Lin's well-being.