Unfortunately, one person was so dejected that they barely dared to enter, while another wore such an aloof expression that nobody paid any attention to him.
During the meal, Lin Weisheng wished he could hide himself away, eating at an unprecedented speed; Shitou didn't glance sideways; Lu Aijiao neither smiled nor spoke anymore, silently eating with her head bowed; probably only Lu Aiguo and Xia Yuan were behaving normally...
There was a problem, and it was a big one. Zhang Ming looked here and there before making up his mind, but what exactly was the problem? It nagged at him like a cat scratching, causing him to eat distractedly.
After a good night's sleep, he awoke to find the sky faintly brightening. Lu Aiguo turned his head eagerly to gaze at the soundly sleeping Xia Yuan, sighing contentedly—his wife truly belonged to him, she was even carrying his bloodline, a little person, and he no longer feared someone else taking her away...
