She had just raised her arm, as if she wanted to knock on the door, her pale face devoid of any color.
Gu Chaohan glanced at her face, his brows furrowing tightly, "Where is Mrs. Rong?"
"I don't know…" Su Yan replied weakly, her left hand tightly covering her stomach.
Beads of fine sweat appeared on her forehead.
Seeing her like this, Gu Chaohan couldn't help but feel anger welling up inside, "She didn't pick you up, how did you get back?"
When she left, he had carried her into the car, knowing she had neither money nor a phone.
Su Yan held onto the door with one hand, her body slightly bent in discomfort, the strands of hair sticking to her face.
Seeing her like this, worried that something might happen, he didn't ask further questions and reached out to support her onto the sofa in the living room.
Just as Cheng Xun left, Mrs. Rong arrived home.
