Gu Mingyu initially wanted to say it was not necessary. But thinking about the child in An Xiangrong's womb, the man nodded, "Then, I have to trouble you."
"Young Master Gu, you're too polite."
Claiming Gu Mingyu was intentionally avoiding him, Chu Anran excused himself and left the room after finishing his sentence.
An Xiangrong slept for a long time. When she opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was the sun shining through the window. She felt a little bit hazy, "You're awake?"
A crisp voice suddenly sounded from her ear. Instinctively, An Xiangrong turned her head and found a short-haired woman sitting on the couch next to her bed. The woman was exquisite in looks and fashionable in dress. Seeing her, An Xiangrong had a slight look of confusion in her eyes.
As if guessing what Xiangrong was thinking, the woman chuckled softly, "Hello, I'm Song Jia, a doctor, invited by my cousin to check on your health, Miss Xiangrong."
"Your cousin is?"
"My cousin is Chu Anran."
