However, the most nervous among them had to be Wen Zao, no joke, that was his future wife.
Little Wen Zao stood at the entrance of Xia Weiyi's hospital room with a domineering attitude, instructing a group of obstetrics and gynecology specialists, "My wife is about to give birth. Everyone, muster the utmost spirit to take turns on duty. Ensure that my wife and my mother-in-law are safe and sound."
"Rest assured, Young Master." A group of middle-aged professors being schooled by a kid over three years old looked somewhat bizarre, but he was Wen Qiyang's young master—how could they not serve him well?
Wen Zao nodded very seriously and continued, "My daddy said that I was over seven pounds when I was born, so my little wife also needs to be over seven pounds. Any less meat and I'll cut it from you all."
"..."
"And also, my little wife must be very pretty. If she's not pretty, you'll never hear the end of it from me!"
"..."
That's not their responsibility. Is it?!
