Senior Song, Begin Your Performance

In the living room, Soft Feather, who was sipping tea, struggled to stifle her laughter. Su Clan's Sixteen also raised her teacup, lowered her head, and perked up her ears to eavesdrop on the conversation between Song Shuhang and his mother in the kitchen.

"Although I'm pregnant, it's not the way you're imagining it, Mom. Let me explain it step by step," Song Shuhang said with a sigh from the kitchen.

Mama Song responded dismissively, "Don't be so tedious. Just tell me who it is. I've been feeling quite youthful lately, so you don't need to worry about me not being able to handle it. Don't beat around the bush. Even if you describe a lengthy process, I have no interest in hearing it."

Regardless of which mother it was, from Mama Song's current perspective, none of them would be interested in listening to their son's nonsense. Discussing his love life could be postponed; right now, she only wanted to know the answer.