Han Qianqian asked again, "How many months along are you? When is your due date?"
Song Qinghuan replied, "Two months. The due date is still far away."
Han Qianqian fell silent and did not make a sound. Song Qinghuan looked at her. "Did you come to see me just to ask about this?"
"No, I came to tell you that I am also pregnant." Han Qianqian said, taking out her cigarette box and prepared to smoke.
"Really? That's fantastic!" Song Qinghuan said happily. Seeing her take a cigarette, she instantly frowned, quickly snatching the cigarette from her hand, "Are you crazy? You're pregnant and still smoking? Don't you know how harmful this could be to your baby?"
Han Qianqian coldly replied, "I don't plan on keeping it."
Song Qinghuan frowned, "Annuo loves you so much. He would be overjoyed if he knew you were pregnant. Why would you even consider such a thing?"
