Wen Cheng was stunned. She looked at Fu Ling in confusion.
"If it's not because of the child, what else could it be?" she murmured.
Fu Ling was so angry that he gritted his teeth.
This little girl was just pretending to be stupid to anger him, right?
His feelings for her were already so obvious, could she not tell?
He couldn't help but ask in exasperation, " "What do you think?"
Wen Cheng raised her head and shook her head in confusion. "I don't know, Yingluo."
Fu Ling's breath was short, and he had clearly fainted from anger.
He hugged her body and couldn't help but sway.
Wen Cheng was afraid that he would leave her behind.
She quickly wrapped her arms around his neck and said in a low voice, " Yingluo, if you don't want to put me down, put me down. It's so shaky. I'm fine if you fall, but don't hurt the baby. It'll hurt the baby.
Fu Ling's face was livid.
"You're doing this on purpose, aren't you?" he glared at Wen Cheng with hatred.
