Before Shen Chengjing could reply, Moh Yanchen followed closely behind her and answered on her behalf.
"We're married."
At that moment, the people who were drinking tea and talking stopped in their tracks. They couldn't believe their ears.
At the same time, a woman in her 60s wearing a dark red cheongsam came down from upstairs. When she heard what Moh Yanchen said, her foot missed a step and she almost fell.
"Grandma, be careful." Moh Yanchen quickly stepped forward and supported her.
Lin Qinghui held Shen Chengjing's hand with a little too much force. She lowered her head and looked at her stomach.
"Don't tell me you have a baby? Was your plan to get on the bus first and then make up the ticket? This ticket is good… really good."
She was right. Shen Chengjing was so embarrassed that she just wanted to find a hole to hide in.
