A month ago, Duo'er had become very sleepy, had a big appetite, and developed a craving for sour tastes, but he just hadn't taken it seriously.
With such carelessness, how could he guarantee to take good care of Duo'er and the child in her belly?
Qiao Duo'er pouted, deciding to let this guy cool down a bit.
He was so angry that he wouldn't listen to anything, and anything she said was a waste of breath.
It was a good opportunity for her to think about how to make Tan Zhenghong calm down.
Alas, having a baby should be a happy occasion, so why had it become so complicated for her?
After a while, Tan Zhenghong's face finally looked a bit better.
Qiao Duo'er timed it right to act coy, "Tan Zhenghong, I'm starving to death."
This morning Tan Zhenghong had acted so strangely that it'd severely affected her appetite; she barely ate a few bites before throwing down her chopsticks, and now she was so hungry she could feel her back sticking to her chest.
