It had been eighteen weeks since Qiaoqiao got pregnant.
Walking was beginning to feel more and more involuntary. Despite her stomach not being large, the constant motion became tiresome.
After completing all the check-ups and consulting the doctor, she was walking around quite a bit, and she was already feeling somewhat exhausted.
However, upon seeing Chen Jingzi standing in front of her, haughty and arrogant, she dismissed the idea of sitting down.
She could not lose to Chen Jingzi in terms of moral strength.
Even though it was the middle of winter, and the hospital corridor seats were cold, she still took a seat.
She voiced her frustrations for Gu Xu, "The child in your stomach could be anyone's. Don't deceive yourself nor treat Gu Xu as a fool."
Perhaps the emotional turmoil caused a slight discomfort in her belly, she didn't want to waste her breath anymore on Chen Jingzi.
She gave Jiajia a glance, holding her wrist, signaling her to leave.
