We Will Have Eight Sons

Shi Qian answered carefully.

"Sinian."

When Fu Sinian heard Shi Qian's voice, his tired brows immediately relaxed.

"Are you done filming?" he asked.

Shi Qian immediately heaved a sigh of relief. "Yes, I'm done. I'm at the hotel now."

"Yes." Fu Sinian nodded.

He was afraid that Shi Qian was disobedient and would work too hard.

"Have you eaten?"

"Not yet. Tuan Tuan is here. I'm playing with Tuan Tuan now."

"That kid went to the film studio?"

"Uncle Fu!" Tuan Tuan called out in a childish voice. "I want to ask you a question. Why doesn't Sister have a baby yet?"

Fu Sinian choked.

"I heard from my Grandma that my father and my mother were pregnant with me before they got married. You and Sister are already married. Why isn't she pregnant yet?" Tuan Tuan asked again.

Fu Sinian wanted to stuff this kid's mouth.

"You want a wife, don't you?"

"Yes!" Tuan Tuan immediately nodded.