Shi Qian had already gone back to recuperate.
The child was twelve weeks old.
Perhaps, she would soon be able to feel the fetus move.
There was still no news of Fu Sinian.
"Mommy." Fu Xiaobao ran to his mother's side and called her in a childish voice.
Shi Qian held Xiaobao's face and wiped away the rice on it.
It was obvious that he had just finished eating and ran over.
"Qian Qian, come. Mom just cut some fruits. Have some fruit." Wen Lan also walked in with the fruits.
Shi Qian looked at the sumptuous fruit platter and had no appetite.
Suddenly, her emotions rose and tears fell uncontrollably.
"Mom, tell me, did something happen to Sinian? Why hasn't he contacted me for so long? I can't find any news about Bliss on the Internet. Are you guys hiding something from me?"
Wen Lan's heart ached terribly. She quickly held Shi Qian's hand. "Silly child, don't let your imagination run wild. Sinian will be fine."
