"It hurts ... It hurts ..." Yue tingfeng said in a panic,"my stomach ... Why, why does it hurt?"
Yan qingsi looked at his flustered face and said angrily,""You ... Why do you think my stomach hurts ..."
If not for the throbbing pain in her stomach, she would have kicked Yue tingfeng.
Just then, su ningmei, who had gone to the supermarket, returned. She entered and said,""Aiya, the weather today is really too hot ..."
The moment Yue tingfeng saw his mother, it was as if he had seen his Savior. He quickly said,""Mom ... Qingsi's stomach hurts?" he asked.
The bag of grapes in su ningmei's hand fell to the ground."What? Your stomach hurts ... Are you going into labor?"
She and aunt Wu rushed to Yan qingsi. Looking at her condition, they felt like she was about to give birth.
"It's a few days earlier than expected,"aunt Wu said.
