Lin Wenwen was also looking at her stomach concernedly. "It's been a month, yet you still don't look like a pregnant woman at all," she said, "Is everything alright? Sis… Um, Chief, are you sure that she's safe?"
It had been four or five months since Lin Qiao got pregnant, but her lower stomach was still flat. As Lin Qiao was always traveling, Mrs. Lin, who had no work to do, started worrying about her, even though she knew that the baby was special.
So, once Lin Qiao returned to the base, Mrs. Lin couldn't help but drag her to Lin Hao's place for a check-up this time.
"She is fine, really! She eats and sleeps a lot. She is good!" Lin Qiao felt a little helpless. She knew about her baby the best, yet her family was still worried about her. She didn't know how to explain to them.
