After getting into the Rolls-Royce at the entrance, the car drove away from the hospital.
The atmosphere inside the car was extremely oppressive.
"What were you worried about just now?" Ye Sihan sat on the spacious black seat, with his long legs crossed, exuding a powerful aura.
"Were you expecting us two to start fighting?" Tang Yu spoke frankly, knowing that lying under Ye Sihan's sharp and probing gaze would come with a cost.
"Feeling sorry for him?" Ye Sihan's eyes were like a layer of ice, cold and hard.
Tang Yu sighed helplessly, "How could I? I just didn't want to scare the baby in my belly."
Ye Sihan's gaze swept over her abdomen, and his cold demeanor became somewhat restrained.
Tang Yu's hand gently caressed her slightly bulged belly, looking lost in thought, "He's still small, can't be scared..."
Then her hand was clamped tight, and in the next second, she was sitting on top of Ye Sihan, creating wrinkles on his pristine and dignified suit.
