Across the table, Jian Ye listened to Ye Zhan, recalling the appointment Qingling had just made with him for next week.
His eyes darkened a little.
In the bathroom.
Qinghuan stood by the sink waiting for Momo and Bai Qingling.
Qingling was the last to come out.
"Stomachache?"
Seeing Qingling come out of the cubicle with one hand covering her stomach and a frown, Momo blinked and asked with concern.
Qinghuan also looked at Qingling's stomach.
Qingling nodded gloomily, "A little, not very painful."
"Don't you usually not hurt much?"
"Yeah, it's a bit painful this time, maybe because Father Luo and Mother Bai abandoned me."
"Pfft."
Momo and Qinghuan burst out laughing.
"Stop kidding, if it hurts badly, go to the hospital and have Sister Tongtong check it out."
"No, I just wish I could get a leave to go home and nap in the afternoon."
Qingling looked pitiful, but with the end of the year approaching, Mo Ziye would definitely not approve her leave.
