"Beiming, she's pregnant and probably can't help you with that!" Mo Yunqi felt sorry for her daughter.
But Chi Xiaoyu replied very readily, "I'm just pregnant, not sick or disabled; why wouldn't I be able to help?"
Gong Beiming narrowed his eyes, "Alright, I can move the office to the study at home, and you can help me with some of the work. Then, I'll come back every day at five and won't go out at night. Do you think you can accept that?"
Chi Xiaoyu's eyes immediately lit up.
What she disliked the most was him staying out getting drunk, even less so him flirting with other women.
Coming home every day at five—that's wonderful!
"Sure!"
Gong Beiming curved his lips and subtly continued, "However, what I'm most worried about is your health. If your body can't handle it, I'll change my mind at any time."
"My body is in great shape!"
"Is it? But why did someone tell me that you're refusing to eat dinner?"
"I do eat, who says I don't? I'm going to eat right now!"
