"..." Lin Zifeng was speechless. The baby wasn't his, so he certainly wasn't worried. The key was that Nangong Bing was pregnant with his child.
"Alright, alright, it's just a bowl of instant noodles. This is the last time, I won't eat them again in the future." Nangong Bing was at a loss for words.
Putting down the bucket of tempting instant noodles, to be honest, women are naturally inclined to be foodies, and now instant noodles are made to taste so delicious, spicy and fragrant. It's not only other women who like to eat them. Even a goddess-level figure like Nangong Bing loves this kind of food.
Back when she was managing Tianyu, she often enjoyed these as her midnight snack.
"Boom." After putting down the instant noodles, she was clearly a bit unhappy. She angrily leaned on the sofa, pouted, stared at that bucket of instant noodles with longing eyes.
