Nannan, who was lying beside the bed, suddenly had red-rimmed eyes and looked at Su Li with a somewhat uncertain gaze...
Su Li didn't want to listen to this group of people babble, she just pushed Feng Huaijin beside her, "My hands are all sticky with orange juice. Go wash your hands in the bathroom."
Su Li's ears were turning red; Feng Huaijin treated her exceptionally well. Ever since she got pregnant, he treated her like a porcelain doll. Though he complained verbally, he did everything for her.
In the past, no one, including Su Li herself, could imagine that the dignified Seventh Master Feng would clean up for a woman.
Just the thought of it was nauseating.
Feng Huaijin glanced over, ignoring Fifth Miss who was still chattering, then got up to wash his hands in the bathroom. But as soon as he stood up, Nannan jumped up and angrily exclaimed in a childish voice, "I hate this little nephew!"
Her small hands reached towards Su Li's belly—
