Lu Chenyuan knew Xi Murong was pregnant, yet he still let her accompany Ou to see a doctor.
Feeling uneasy, Lin Yan suggested that Xi Murong go home first. The hospital was full of viruses, and it was currently flu season; a pregnant woman couldn't even take medicine if infected.
Lu Chenyuan understood how to care for people, but there were few he actually cared about, and it was obvious that Xi Murong wasn't one of them.
Lin Yan accompanied Xi Murong to the corridor.
"Congratulations, how many months are you?" Lin Yan asked.
Lu Chenyuan hadn't mentioned it to her; in his eyes, it was an insignificant matter, probably not something he would bring up. After all, few men liked to go home and report everything they saw and heard to their wives.
"More than three months now." Xi Murong stroked her slightly protruding belly. Since becoming pregnant, she seemed much more tranquil, and her gaze wasn't as sharp, lacking the aggressive desire.
It was probably the hormones affecting her.
