"You were perfectly fine when I came this afternoon. Did you catch a cold just now?"

Cheng Wan pursed her lips tightly, and shook her head after she had recovered from the shock.

"It's nothing, don't worry, I just suddenly feel a little dizzy."

"sister!"

Cheng Xiangling rushed over and grabbed her hand.

"Your face is so pale, and you're still saying you're alright!"

Cao Tongwen, who was wiping the cabinet next to them, finally found an opportunity to tease them and couldn't wait to speak up:

"You're exaggerating. Everyone goes through this, but she's the most delicate when she's pregnant. She's always complaining of aches and pains. I hope she doesn't give birth to a child with congenital defects."

She gets very upset whenever this is mentioned, and she throws things around in a bad mood.

"After all this effort, if she can't give birth to a son, I'll make her pay."

Wen Jun wasn't stupid. Seeing his wife and his mother having a conflict, he naturally wanted to mediate.

Before he could even speak, Cao Tongwen frantically gave him meaningful glances, forbidding him from siding with his wife.

The most outrageous thing is that Wen Jun actually shut his mouth.

Not to mention Cheng Wan, Cheng Xiangling was also so angry at this bizarre mother and son that she was dizzy.

If she weren't worried that her sister's life would become difficult because of her, she would definitely have a serious talk with them.

After forcing herself to swallow her anger, Cheng Xiangling helped Cheng Wan up, holding her breath.

"It's getting late, sister. Let me help you into your room to rest."