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The next day, Shangguan Yan woke up early. At this time, Xiao Zhenting had already gone to practice, but she estimated that the children were not awake, so she planned to do embroidery for a while and visit them when they woke up.

Unexpectedly, as soon as she found the embroidered basket, she realized that something was wrong.

Coincidentally, Xiao Zhenting returned after practicing. The moment he crossed the threshold, his wife was already up. She was holding her stomach and looking around in the embroidered basket.

The more Shangguan Yan searched, the stranger her expression became.

"Eh? Where's the needle?"

It broke.

"Where's the bead?"

It shattered.