Qiao Xu was stunned for a moment, then she laughed along with him.
"Yeah, things are like this now, there's nothing more to be prepared for."
She leaned back slightly, her expression a bit languid.
"In another month, it will be the new Presidential Election, and at that time, some people will want to see you, if not the ones behind Su Rou, it will be Rong Ying. You'll have to think of ways to deal with them."
"Mmm, don't worry, I know."
Lu Moqing's gaze fell on Qiao Xu's raised belly.
Perhaps due to prolonged psychological suggestion and repression, Lu Moqing's strong killing intent towards the child had lessened compared to before.
Even when looking at the child, his heart had a faint sense of expectation.
His hand gently rested on Qiao Xu's belly, distressedly asking, "Is it hard carrying this little guy?"
Hearing the softness and gentleness in his tone, without his former obvious fierceness, Qiao Xu was startled, and then looked at him with joy in her face.
