A Late Child, So Nervous That He Stutters

It was August in Nanjiang, and there was a typhoon.

Outside the house, there was a violent storm, causing huge waves on the sea. The rain beat on the banana trees, making rustling sounds.

Qiao Aiyun was lying on the toilet and still retching. Old Madam Yan stood behind her and reached out to pat her back. Her expression was distressed and excited. "Mother Huang, go get a glass of water."

Mother Huang was not as quick as Song Fengwan. She had already poured a glass of water and passed it in.

After rinsing her mouth, Qiao Aiyun felt more comfortable.

"Aiyun, are you pregnant?" Old Madam Yan asked bluntly, unable to hide her excitement.

"I…" Qiao Aiyun's head exploded. It wasn't the first time she was pregnant. When she thought about the recent abnormalities of her body recently, she was dumbfounded. "I've been too tired recently. I think…"