"Why do you ask?" Pei Yibai pretended to be surprised.
Song Weiyi furrowed her brows, but before she could speak, his hand smoothed them out. "Why is a pregnant woman frowning? Do you want to give birth to two little old men with furrowed brows?"
The furrowed brows instantly relaxed, and Song Weiyi gave him a resentful glance.
"What are you talking about, I'm just imitating you," Song Weiyi retorted.
"Is that so? Well, from today onwards, I will correct myself, and you are not allowed to imitate me anymore."
So after arguing about this for a while, Song Weiyi forgot what she wanted to ask in the first place.
And Pei Yibai, obviously very satisfied with the outcome, carried her to the dining room for a meal.
Following Pei Yibai's instructions, Aunt Wang made a large plate of scrambled eggs with tomatoes that were sweetly fragrant, filling the air as they entered.
Song Weiyi kicked at his hand, signaling him to put her down since her stomach was growling with hunger.
