She always felt that Gu Yanting would find her soon.
"Gurgle."
Zhuo Ya's stomach made a gurgling sound.
Xiao Wan looked at Zhuo Ya's stomach.
Zhuo Ya's face bore an embarrassed expression as she placed her hand on her abdomen.
Xiao Wan couldn't help but laugh when she saw this.
"I've stewed some chicken soup for you, try it."
"Mm."
"Has Song Zhe gone to your place?"
Xiao Wan poured a bowl of soup from the pot and handed it to Zhuo Ya. Zhuo Ya had just taken a sip when she put down the bowl and turned to Xiao Wan with a question.
"It seems he's gone to meet a friend. I'm not too clear on the details. Otherwise, why don't you give Song Zhe a call?"
"No need."
Zhuo Ya shook her head, her expression somber as she leaned back on the pillow behind her.
"Ah Ya, why don't you and Song Zhe get married sooner?"
Xiao Wan suddenly grasped Zhuo Ya's hand, calling out to her.
Zhuo Ya was startled by Xiao Wan's words.
