"Miss Song, there's something else I think I should tell you."
"What is it?"
"Miss Xiangrong is expecting twins."
"Twins?"
Song Jia fell back onto the sofa, unable to comprehend why An Xiangrong was so damn fortunate.
What she had struggled so much to attain remained out of her reach, while An Xiangrong seemed to get everything effortlessly. She didn't even arrive at the right time; everything just landed at her feet.
An Xiangrong was oblivious to all of these.
Maybe due to her pregnancy, not long after returning to the villa, An Xiangrong went to bed.
"Are you tired?"
Upon Gu Mingyu's question, An Xiangrong nodded, "Then let's sleep."
Upon hearing the answer, the man put down his laptop, went by the side of the bed, and just as An Xiangrong was about to take off her shoes, she found Gu Mingyu already kneeling down. Seeing his movement, she couldn't help but intervene, "I can do it myself."
