An Yan didn't eat much for either lunch or dinner, and Xu Wanqing asked her what was wrong.
She merely mentioned that the baby's position was pressing on her stomach now, making her feel somewhat uncomfortable.
Xu Wanqing could understand that feeling, as she had given birth to five children herself and had gone through the same thing. Add to that An Yan was carrying twins, so both physically and psychologically, the pressure on her would be greater than that on a normal pregnant woman.
An Yan returned to her room and sat down, leaning against the headboard.
At that moment, her phone vibrated.
An Yan glanced at it; it was a video call from Fu Shiyan.
She hurriedly answered.
"Ayan."
Fu Shiyan's eyes were like beautiful black obsidians, bottomless. His brow and eyes were filled with tenderness, "Yanyan."
"Have you arrived at the organization?"
Fu Shiyan nodded, "Don't worry, I have safely arrived."
"Wear the necklace so I can always know your whereabouts."
