Xinyan heard her cousin's question, and with a smile, pinched her on the nose: "You're about to have a baby, shouldn't I also be getting married?"
Sun Zhenling blushed a little, but still joked: "So, you want a kid early too?"
Xinyan lifted her hand and tapped her forehead: "What are you thinking?"
Sun Zhenling covered the spot that hurt: "Cousin, I'm already stupid, and you hit me."
Xinyan glanced at her belly: "Hmm, really shouldn't hit your head. Can't affect my niece's intelligence."
Sun Zhenling wouldn't have it, and just then saw her mom approaching: "Mom, cousin is bullying me."
Han Chunxue said disdainfully: "You're going to be a mom, and you're still tattling."
Sun Zhenling turned to Xinyan: "Alas, hearing this, my heart feels so cold."
She added a playful expression, making Xinyan laugh.
Han Chunxue gave her daughter a glare: "You're pregnant right now, do fewer pulling actions."
