His palm gently rested on her lower abdomen.
Luo Qiangwei's nerves jolted, and she felt a strange sensation surge through her, spreading throughout her body.
It was a form of surveillance on her.
Luo Qiangwei turned her face away, coldly biting her lip as she said, "I'm going to see Grandma. If you don't want me to spill soup on Sheng Miao again, come with me and say a few nice words to the old lady."
Mo Shiche caressed her hair, locking his deep dark eyes onto her face and murmured softly, "I'll listen to you."
…
Hospital.
Senior Madame Mo couldn't have been happier upon learning that Luo Qiangwei was pregnant and that Mo Shiche had come over today with a good attitude; she even ate more for lunch than usual.
