"Miss Mu, you're too polite; there's no need for thanks between Tingxiao and me. If you need it, I know a good obstetrician and can make arrangements for you, after all, preparing for pregnancy is a big deal."
Sheng Xueqin's words nearly had Mu Lan standing up to give her a round of applause.
To those in the know, they were rivals in love; to the uninitiated, they seemed like the best of friends.
Alone, they couldn't wait to tear each other apart, but in front of Huo Tingxiao, she'd instantly put on a face of grace and competence.
It would be a waste of talent for her not to pursue acting.
"Miss Sheng, you're too kind; I appreciate the thought, but Zichu has already made all the arrangements."
Zichu? Huo Tingxiao raised an eyebrow. Since when had she become so close to Shen Zichu?
"Speaking of Zichu, I haven't seen him in a long time. With him around, I'm relieved."
Sheng Xueqin said no more, continuing to eat with elegant movements that nevertheless tasted of wax.
