Every day, Meng Siyu leaves for work long before dawn and returns very late at night, already burdened with the day's work.
"Xiao Yue, I'm so glad to be back with you, I don't feel tired at all." Meng Siyu kissed her forehead, listened to the fetal movement as usual, and massaged Tang Yue's legs before letting her rest.
Since the later stages of her pregnancy, Tang Yue couldn't bend over, couldn't see her feet while walking, and though her feet were swollen, they were originally slender, so even when swollen, they looked about the same as an average person's.
"I have to go on a business trip to Qing City, but I promise I'll be back before you give birth." Meng Siyu said reluctantly.
Tang Yue, who was drowsy and nearly asleep, instinctively grabbed his arm and asked, "Why do you suddenly have to go to Qing City?"
