"I know. Why are you so naggy?" Feng Shanshan said to Mu Qiqi.
"If you don't want me to nag, you have to remember it well." Mu Qiqi was trying her best to persuade her. She had worried a lot for this person and the child in her belly.
Feng Shanshan took a deep breath and looked like she had accepted her fate. "I do remember it."
Mu Qiqi was finally satisfied with her answer and hung up the phone.
Just then, Tang Yan's aunt entered Feng Shanshan's room with a bowl of steaming hot chicken soup. "Child, take a sip while it's hot. I've already removed the oil bubbles for you. Don't worry, you won't get fat."
"Thank you, Aunt." Feng Shanshan hurriedly sat up and took the porcelain bowl from Tang Yan's aunt.
