Seeing Victoria ask this, Miss Zhou nodded again.
Victoria then asked, "Are you still breast-fed or are you missing any limbs? Or is your IQ overdue on its rent?"
If that were the case, she would be more than willing to accommodate her in the name of harmony and love.
"You!" Miss Zhou had not expected the seemingly weak and meek woman to speak so venomously and directly.
Victoria shrugged indifferently, "Well, I must say, my pastries are truly extraordinary. If you'd like to try them, I wouldn't mind preparing some for you."
"Mommy?" Miss Zhou scoffed, looking at Victoria's flat belly. She had no idea that Victoria was already a mother. Instead, she thought Victoria was referring to the baby in her own womb.
Miss Zhou leisurely replied, "Really nice! So, Victoria, how many months along are you?"
"I'm sorry?" Victoria was completely lost, having no idea what Miss Zhou was implying.
