Mù Qiānxún curled her lips, revealing a displeased expression.
"What do you mean you can't believe you're pregnant? Aren't I your child?"
Mu Xin laughed uproariously.
"Of course you are my child! I meant, I can't believe I'm almost forty and still able to have children."
Actually, Mù Qiānxún also heard about the hardships Mu Xin faced when wanting a child; her body had been damaged during her first pregnancy, and it wasn't easy for her to conceive now.
Otherwise, she wouldn't have gone two months without realizing she was pregnant.
It wasn't that she was unaware; it was because she knew it wasn't easy for her to conceive, so she didn't consider that possibility.
Mù Qiānxún felt a bit heartbroken.
When Mu Xin had her, she was only nineteen, in the prime of her youth.
She could have abandoned her or remarried with her.
