"And then?" Lan Xin Ai spread her hands.
"Of course, to dress up beautifully."
Under Rong Zi Chen's panicked look, Lu Tian Tian pulled Lan Xin Ai's hand and walked out.
"Tian Tian, where are we going?"
"Of course, to the mall."
"Let's not go, you're pregnant right now, and it shouldn't be too exhausting."
"This baby is a son, and sons are the toughest, no worries."
"..."
"Tian Tian, Lu Tian Tian." Rong Zi Chen chased after them.
...
Mall.
Lan Xin Ai looked at the dazzling array of gowns, then glanced at the not-so-pretty price tags, she slightly hooked her lips: "Maybe I should just go home and change."
"Change what? This one is pretty good."
Lu Tian Tian picked up a white dress.
"Mommy Tian Tian, no, Mommy has gotten fat." Little Yan made a comment.
"What, have I gotten fat?"
Women are naturally sensitive to the word 'fat', as soon as they hear it, Lan Xin Ai immediately kept checking herself in the mirror, her expression turned bitter: "My face has gotten chubby."
