Postpartum Care for Sows

Returning to my hometown during the May Day holiday, When I was about to feed the pigs with the food bowl, My pregnant sow suddenly started talking to me. Xu Mengan, can you explain to me what is happening now? The cool and pleasant baritone penetrated my ears with a strong sense of familiarity. I probed towards it in disbelief: Are you... The president? Its lack of denial left me frozen in place. Oh my god, my boss has turned into a sow in labor at my house! This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.