"Hahahaha!" Gu Shaocheng's laughter couldn't be concealed as he continued chatting with his friends in the chat group: "No choice, her belly is too impressively fertile, birthing ten or eight would be no problem at all… Really? Shouldn't be too exhausting? … I haven't really noticed; I'll find some nutritionists to take care of her health specifically, maybe then she can do it."
Chenxing rolled her eyes, muttering quietly, "I'm not a pig, pigs are the ones that give birth to ten or eight!"
Gu Shaocheng reached out his hand and patted her head to appease her.
Chenxing turned her head away, refusing to listen to his nonsense anymore.
