Shen Wenchen's expression changed so fast, that before Elder Qian could say anything more, he had already joyously embraced Nanzhi.
Being embraced by him in front of the elders, Nanzhi's face turned a little red, and she gently pushed him away.
Fortunately, Shen Wenchen did not lose his senses entirely and quickly let go of her.
"Elder Qian, my wife has been in poor spirits recently. She often sits there and daydreams, and her appetite has decreased considerably. I don't know what to do about it," he said with a tense expression.
Shen Wenchen straightened his face and couldn't help but worry more.
Of course, he was happy about Nannan's pregnancy, but to see her now sitting listlessly all day, her body becoming thinner and thinner, made him anxious.
"I find it strange too," Elder Qian stroked his beard, his gaze falling on Nanzhi's stomach.
Logically speaking, this young girl's pregnancy is only a month old, it shouldn't be this serious.