"What are you doing in the kitchen? Get out!" An Hao waved her hand impatiently. She didn't want Song Yueqin to know that the medicine was for her to take.
"Are you sick or something? What kind of sickness?" Song Yuqin asked nosily.
"I'm not sick. And even if someone is, it's none of your business." An Hao quickly put the lid on the casserole, urging Song Yueqin to leave.
"I got it. It must be because you're not pregnant, right? It's been a year since you got married, and I haven't seen any signs of a baby bump." Song Yueqin originally made a wild guess but didn't expect to hit the nail on the head.
An Hao's hand paused slightly.
This subtle movement did not escape Song Yueqin's eyes, and she smiled with self-satisfaction: "It seems I guessed right."
"Whatever you say! Say what you want to say." An Hao didn't argue with her, in fact, the less eager she appeared, the more Song Yueqin doubted her own answer.
Seeing that An Hao wasn't reacting much, Song Yueqin pouted and left.
