"Do you think Xiaojing could be the possible father?" Jian Qing asked, her lips curving into a smirk.
Unseen, Xiya felt as if she was forced to swallow a spoonful of public displays of affection.
Alright, that was a pointless question she just asked.
Quan Jingwu, a veritable iceberg for the past millennia, other than her darling, only a woman with a death wish would dare approach him.
"Alright, you rest a bit, I'll take these things and put them in the kitchen."
Jian Qing stood up, picked up the items on the table and headed to the kitchen.
On the sofa, Xiya's smile gradually faded from the corners of her mouth.
She gently stroked her round belly, murmuring to herself, "Little beauty, is it okay if mommy raises you alone in the future?"
You would also agree with what mom just did, right?
The only response she got was the silence of the room.
...
Just as evening was approaching, Jian Luo arrived.
Upon entering, he was taken aback by Xiya's pregnant belly.
