After Luo Dahua left, Yang PeiMin suddenly realized that her period hadn't come this month.
Her heart skipped a beat. Could it be that she was pregnant?
Her hand instinctively touched her lower abdomen; she remembered that last week she and Shen Yiguang had been intimate and afterward, she hadn't taken any medicine.
Could it truly be?
She was utterly unprepared.
Although she found children around three or four years old, who weren't mischievous and spoke amusing childish words, to be extremely cute and adorable—or like Luo Dahua's well-behaved and sensible daughters, whom she had looked after on one or two occasions, and she had fantasized about what her own children would be like, whether a boy or a girl, after her or Shen Yiguang, and if they would be good-looking—
