Little Lin En is so outstanding, smart, and filial. He'll definitely be a great son-in-law when he grows up. Most importantly, he looks particularly good, possessing all the features of a mixed heritage.
Sheng Ning touched her belly, one adult and one child, their actions remarkably synchronized.
"Little sister, you have to be obedient! Only by growing up can you marry Prince Lin En. If you make a fuss, he might not want you."
"That won't happen." Lin En shyly lowered his head, "Auntie, I don't have money. Will you dislike me when I grow up? I heard from Grandma that the first standard for mothers-in-law is to have money, but I'm really, really poor."
"Hahaha..." Sheng Ning couldn't hold back anymore, her belly ached wanting to cry, yet she was teased by Lin En making her want to laugh, tormented beyond endurance. "Do you really want to marry the little sister?"
