"Thank you, Jiao Tanling, for the reward, thank you.
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Luo Zhongyong, a grown man, felt somewhat embarrassed sitting there listening to these women talk about giving birth.
He thought about turning around and leaving, but when he saw Zhou Yunmei directing her gaze towards Fang Pingying's belly, he worried that Zhou Yunmei might ask Fang Pingying some inappropriate questions in front of others, making her uncomfortable.
After pondering a moment, he chose to pretend he hadn't heard and sat down with his head bowed beside the stove to help Fang Pingying stoke the fire, with a noticeably unnatural expression on his face.
Fang Pingying probably understood a bit of what was on Luo Zhiyong's mind. She smiled gently, feeling extremely sweet inside.
For a man to be so considerate and think of such details was enough to touch her heart.
