Her poor appetite hasn't been just a matter of a day or two; every time the seasons change, she goes through this phase, eats a little and prepares to head upstairs.
Lu Huai'an frowned slightly, his voice steady as he spoke, "Drink the porridge."
She's so thin; it'll be tough once she's further along.
Lin Chu stood up and walked towards the dining room exit, without turning back, she said indifferently, "You drink it slowly yourself; just watching you makes me feel nauseous, can't eat."
Just as she stepped onto the first stair, someone persistently rang the doorbell, causing her to instinctively stop and look towards the door.
The servant barely had time to say, "Hello, may I ask who you are?" before being pushed aside.
The noblewoman had eyebrows drawn finely, a vision of a savvy and capable woman; her high heels echoed sharply on the floor, reflecting her mood.
This was the eldest daughter-in-law of the Lu family, and also Lu Mingchuan's mother.
