After a long silence, Chen Yiling suddenly sighed, drawing everyone's attention to her.
With both hands supporting her face, her brows furrowed deeply as she seemed to be unhappy.
"Ling'er, are you feeling unwell?" Lord Qin asked anxiously.
Chen Yiling glared at Lord Qin irritably and then pouted, "This little thing has come at such an inopportune time, I hate you so much right now!"
In the past, she might have been able to join them with just a little coquettish behavior.
But... now she just couldn't be bothered to entertain that thought.
Because, even if she talked till her mouth was sore, not a single person would agree.
"Even if you weren't pregnant, we couldn't take you with us, it's too dangerous, so you can't blame Brother Qin for this." Qiao Duo'er said, trying to console her with a chuckle.
Chen Yiling pouted, "Hmph, my legs are my own, do you get to decide if I don't go?"
