Luo Xiaoxi had been living an entirely leisurely life for more than twenty years.

Except for the time when she confessed her love to Su Yicheng, she was rarely so serious.

Su Jian'an looked at Luo Xiaoxi and sighed.

Luo Xiaoxi was confused. "Jian'an, what are you sighing about? Am I wrong?"

"No, I just think it's a pity," Su Jian'an said imaginatively, "and it would be great if Sijue were pregnant. Thus, he would definitely ...