Zhao Li came out of Ji Meishu's hospital room and headed straight to the lower floor.
The real mother was down below.
As soon as Zhao Li reached the delivery room and opened the door, someone immediately hugged him around the neck.
The woman who had just given birth, in addition to her still plump figure, didn't show any sign of fatigue on her face.
The woman coquettishly hugged him and pouted, asking, "Did you mention all my demands to that old woman?"
Zhao Li let out a long sigh, removing the woman's hand from his neck.
He was overwhelmed and walked over to a nearby sofa, sitting down.
"Nannan, please stop making a fuss, okay? I'm really at my wit's end. Didn't I promise you that I'll secretly take you to see the child in the future? You have to think about our future. If you really go overboard, if Ji Meishu hardens her heart, we'll have nothing left."
