Everyone in the household was either anxiously looking into the room or closing their eyes chanting. Lin Ercheng was the most anxious, pacing non-stop since the door was closed.
"May gods bless us, may gods bless us..."
Lin Ercheng was murmuring softly to himself, while Lin Yicheng beside him was constantly trying to reassure him.
If he succumbs to his worries, who will hold the baby later?
"Brother, don't worry, Ma Po is the most skilled midwife. Everything will be fine."
Shen Wenchen uttered comforting words, but glancing at Nanzhi's swollen belly, he couldn't help but feel a tinge of worry.
Sun Cui's cries of pain in the room were getting louder, and it was bone-chilling to everyone who heard it.
"When Maomao was born, it didn't take this long..."
Ercheng's face turned extremely pale and his hands were shaking uncontrollably.
An hour had already passed...