"Is there really a little baby now? Can you feel it yet?" Tang Yurou leaned forward, gently touching Ye Jiaxin's belly, her eyes filled with envy.
"It's only been confirmed as the pulse of happiness; it's still not fully developed, so of course, you can't feel it yet."
"Even though it's only been two months, I'm still so jealous..."
Mu Nanqing bit her lip lightly and turned to hand Ye Jiaxin the Beneficial Mother's Fostering Soup, saying in a low voice, "Sister, you're so lucky to have a baby this soon."
"Hehe..."
"I-I'm not jealous! I've heard that once you have a baby, your figure will get out of shape and won't look good anymore. Jiaxin, you'll stop being pretty after this!"
"Shen Shen, you just told me earlier that you wanted a little baby too. Why are you changing your tune so quickly?"
Oh no! Ms. Mengyao, don't expose me!
