"Try to smoke less," Ji Yuanyuan advised him. "If you smoke too much, quitting'll be hard."
Pregnant women or children who smoked secondhand smoke were not good for their health.
He would have to quit smoking if he wanted to stay with the children.
"I know." Ji Zi'ang nodded.
He casually stuffed the cigarette box and lighter into his pocket.
At this moment, he heard the sound of a horn and the harsh sound of brakes.
He raised his head, and his pupils instantly dilated.
In front of them, a large truck was heading toward them.
There was no time to hide. There were cars behind and on both sides.
Ji Zi'ang's hand was in his right pocket. He quickly reached out and pulled out the seatbelt buckle in front of his chest. Then, he quickly pounced on Ji Yuanyuan. "Be careful."
Yuanyuan had just given birth. If something happened to her, what would happen to the child?
He was different.
