"Chenxing is pregnant, and you said before that the child might inherit Fragile X Syndrome, what are the odds?" He lowered his head, noticing some flowing liquid on his arm. Following the trail from the corner of her mouth, saliva was drooling onto his arm and then trickling down bit by bit.
He laughed, his laughter making the room even more quiet and peaceful.
On the phone, Tian Buyu was silent for a moment: "Your condition might not be hereditary, but could be glutamate poisoning carried from the mother, but Miss Chen Xing isn't poisoned, so it shouldn't affect the child."
Gu Shaocheng was relieved, hung up the phone, and pulled a tissue to wipe his arm, then kissed her hair strands, his eyes still harboring lingering fondness.
