Ye Jiuliang's lips curled into a bloodthirsty arc as she picked up a piece of pastry and continued to nibble.
It seemed that someone had intentionally disrupted her peace during the meal today.
"What, what?" Weng Lan's usually unflappable expression couldn't hide her astonishment.
Pregnant with Li Mochan's child?
"The butler knows about it and has already reported the matter to the master, and now someone is leading that woman in," the servant continued.
Everyone looked at one another, realizing what was happening, their first instinct was to look at Ye Jiuliang.
There was no pale face as imagined, nor tear-filled eyes.
She was even calmly eating pastries and drinking tea.
Had she not heard what the servant just said?
There was a woman, pregnant and large with child, at the doorstep; was she truly indifferent or just feigning composure?
"Let's go, we'll have a look," Weng Lan pondered for a moment before standing up and leaving.
