Ying Luoxue left just like that, leaving only her and him in this small, barely a dozen square meters room. Qianning bowed her head, continuing to organize the fresh cakes, but she kept placing them in the wrong spots. She knew she was nervous, but what was there to be nervous about? She had already left that home, and now there was no relationship between her and him. Unless one counted the child in her belly.
Beigong Cang casually picked up a cake album from the table, flipping through it, and uttered carelessly, "You seem to be doing quite well."
When she heard him speaking to her, Qianning's movements stiffened for a moment before she replied, "Not bad."
"Are you living with Qiao Fantian?" he asked again. However, his gaze remained fixed on the album, not even glancing her way.
Qianning was slightly taken aback. How did he know she had left home? And that she was living with her brother?
