Wen Ran found out that Cheng Jia was pregnant with Little Liu's baby a week later.
Ever since Bai Xiaoxiao was discharged from the intensive care unit, Wen Ran had been taking care of her in the hospital all day, driving Mo Xiuchen back to the company.
That evening, as usual, Little Liu brought dinner for Wen Ran and Bai Xiaoxiao. Sitting by Bai Xiaoxiao's sickbed telling her stories, Wen Ran stood up to receive the food when she saw Little Liu walk in.
"Little Liu, what's wrong? You seem down and out, as if you've just had your heart broken."
Wen Ran took the insulated food box, her eyebrows slightly furrowed, and looked at Little Liu with concern. It seemed as if someone had slapped him on his left cheek, leaving a faint imprint of fingers. It wasn't very noticeable unless you were up close.
Little Liu's eyes darted to avoid Wen Ran's probing gaze. He lowered his head and said in a muffled voice, "Miss, if there is nothing else, may I go?"
"Wait up!"
