Lady Liu was already seven months pregnant, and this was the time when her body felt heaviest. After lunch, Lin Yuan hurried her to the bed for an afternoon nap. Lin Jiaxin had been lying on the bed the whole time and naturally did not want to sleep, so Lin Yuan told him about the mooncake molds she wanted to make. Ever since Lin Jiaxin injured his leg, he had been confined to the bed, either lying down or sitting up. No one came to him for work anymore, and he could not even do his favorite carpentry. So, upon hearing that his daughter needed his skills, he was naturally overjoyed.
But suddenly, something crossed his mind, and the light in Lin Jiaxin's eyes dimmed immediately.