Upon hearing Old Weng's words, Lu Fengxuan nodded, "I know, thank you."
"Um, let me check for you again."
Old Weng was very serious, then he placed his hand on Lu Fengxuan's stomach over the coat, daring not to move, just wanting to feel the baby's movement.
"Weng, Qing, Lin!!!" Old Yan saw his "private under the guise of public interest" and couldn't help grinding his teeth in silent resentment.
Old Weng met Old Yan's glaring eyes, and after a while, he calmly withdrew his hand.
"I am a doctor, just doing a check for Fengxuan, what are you imagining!"
"I don't believe you at all!"
Old Yan cursed angrily, his eyes returning to Lu Fengxuan's stomach, seeming to notice no more movements.
Well, since Old Weng didn't really touch it, let him off easy.
Old Weng sat upright for a while, then suddenly his legs lifted spiritedly, almost bursting into song right there and then.
