Song Tingzhi walked into the house, went to Jiang Cheng's side, and watched him cut the cloth.
"What?" Jiang Cheng was puzzled.
"The matter about the child." Song Tingzhi said.
"At first I thought I'd just let it go, but when the aunts talked about it at Xiaoling's hundred-day banquet, I felt a little panicked. We were no exception... so I started to worry that there might be something wrong with my body."
"I'm fine now. After seeing the doctor, I feel relieved." Jiang Cheng explained.
"Have you ever considered that the problem lies with me?"
Song Tingzhi joked.
"What you said makes sense. You should go and have a look tomorrow."
Jiang Cheng thought about it and felt that what Song Tingzhi said made sense. He nodded seriously and made a suggestion.
"I just said that, and you didn't even take it into consideration!"
Song Tingzhi smiled. He didn't expect that his casual remark would bring the matter to himself.
"What's there to worry about? If you are sick, you should get treatment!" Jiang Cheng said as a matter of course.
"Okay, okay, I'll do as you say." Song Tingzhi said helplessly.
"Don't you like children?"
Jiang Cheng asked.
"How could that be? I like any child you give birth to. If it's a little boy, I'll like it even more."
Song Tingzhi quickly expressed his feelings.
"Humph! Then I'm worried that if I give birth to a big fat boy in the future, you might not like it?"
When Jiang Cheng heard Song Tingzhi say that he liked the little brother, he was naturally happy in his heart, but he still pretended to be angry on the surface.
"As long as it's your child, I like them all!"
Song Tingzhi hugged Jiang Cheng and said.
"You're just a chatterbox!"
With Song Tingzhi beside him, Jiang Cheng's speed slowed down a lot, but fortunately he managed to sew a shirt after some mending.
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