Transmigration: I Have Storage Space in the Apocalypse

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Hearing Zhou Weihai’s words, which could either be a compliment or a release of his own frustrations, the men’s faces all turned dark.

"Can still give birth!" Xie Jingwen exclaimed right after, his voice tinged with envy.

The comment left the faces of several men as dark as before, albeit now flushed to the color of pig liver.

Xie Jingwen wasn’t young anymore, but he and his wife had been trying for many years without success to conceive a child.

Pushed to the limit by his elderly mother, it wasn’t until four years ago that the couple reluctantly went to the hospital for a check-up together. They found out that both had issues.

He had some kind of congenital low vitality, while his wife had a bit of a cold womb.

After more than ten years of marriage, they were still childless, and nothing pained them more than the sight of other families with their lively children.

Now at thirty-five, the idea of adopting a child didn’t sit well with him, and yet, he and his wife hadn’t given up hope and were looking for ways to cure their ailments.

Naturally, they were the most envious of Yan Jinsu giving birth to twins, a boy, and a girl!