After Lin Gantang sent Wen Yanqing out, Lin Zhaonan only returned after a long time had passed.
As soon as he took off his coat, he saw a tabby cat strolling in the living room, and Mr. Lin fiddling with something.
"Why is the cat here?" he asked.
"I'll carry it up to the third floor then," Lin Gantang said. He was probably afraid that the cat would hurt Jiang Tongtong.
Mr. Lin was unhappy when he heard that. He spoke unkindly to Lin Zhaonan. "Lock it on the third floor? Lin Zhaonan, if you're so capable, why don't you lock yourself in your room? If you don't come out, you won't be able to see it, right?"
Their father was full of firepower, so Lin Gantang sat back down quietly.
Lin Zhaonan was flabbergasted. "I'm just afraid that Tongtong, being pregnant..."
"Tongtong likes it so much. Have you considered the emotions of a pregnant woman? You won't give Tongtong what she likes. Have you heard of prenatal depression?" Mr. Lin questioned.
