“Satisfied?” Zong Zheng Lin, watching as Mu Xi Yao’s lips occasionally curled up, tapped her forehead and sternly admonished. “Tomorrow, after picking up Cheng Qing, you must not let yourself be distracted any further. With your due date drawing near, if Jiao Jiao stirs up any more trouble, Jiao Jiao will come with Bendian to the consort mother’s palace to await delivery.”