Duan Xinxin's words made everyone who was worried burst into laughter. Isn't that true? It takes several years, just like a Ne Zha.
"Sis, if this little one really turns out like a Ne Zha, it would be a real troublemaker." Duan Xinxin teased her sister.
"Who knows." Duan Yanran shook her head, caressed her belly lovingly, and said, "I'm willing to carry for as many years as it takes, as long as the child is fine, I'm at ease."
"Let whatever trouble come, our Ling Family can bear it."
Duan Yanran had always been worried about the child. After all, she hadn't shown a pregnancy bump, but now knowing the child was fine, she felt relieved. Let the troubles come as they may, the Ling Family could handle it, no fear.
"By the way, senior, how many years will it take?" Duan Yanran did not forget to ask about the time.
"Yes, Master, how long will it take? After all, this is my little junior brother's child." Xi Lan also inquired.
Everyone looked at Bo Yu Daojun.
