Yu Shuqi's mood seemed to improve as well, commenting on today's breakfast: "The eggs are well fried, just the right amount of heat, best with milk. Shame that you, Xiaowan, and Mr. Zuo don't drink milk."
Xiang Wan smiled: "Your parcel has been shipped out; Uncle Yuan said it will arrive by this afternoon at the latest."
Yu Shuqi nodded: "Good, thanks. By the way, I'll leave with you later, I need to go to the school."
Zuo Xingyun's route was different from theirs, so she left after having breakfast.
On the way to school, Achen played some powerful music, getting hyped up early in the morning.
Yu Shuqi, with her hands on her belly, looked helpless: "The baby seems to be moving. Could it be that he likes music too?"
Xiang Wan found it amazing: "Really moving? But your belly looks so small, the baby must be very small, right?"
