Luosang was stunned. Nian Junting raised her cup and said, "She can't drink. I'll toast you on her behalf."
"Why can't she drink just a little bit?" Mr. Lu joked around.
Nian Junting waved his hand. "She really can't."
At this moment, a plate of coriander and black fungus salad was served. Luosang couldn't stand the smell and rushed out. She felt sick.
"Excuse me," Nian Junting said as he calmly stood up, grabbed a packet of tissues, and followed her.
It seemed like this happened often enough.
The shareholders in the room exchanged knowing looks. Someone finally said, "Is Mr. Nian's girlfriend pregnant? This happened to my wife a lot too when she was pregnant."
Yi Jingxi froze as he continued to look out the door. He was devastated. His mind went blank, and his body felt weak.
Pregnant… How could it be…?
