At that moment, having returned to her own room, Zhong Mengfan was weakly slumped on the floor, her legs giving out beneath her.
Gently, she laid a hand on her abdomen, but as if she had touched a hot potato, she quickly retracted it and started shaking her head. "No, no, it can't be. I can't be pregnant. Zhong Nianyao was just talking nonsense. Yes, she must have been, just taking revenge because I mentioned her parents."
Even she wasn't sure if she was pregnant, so there was no way Zhong Nianyao could know.
Yet, although she tried to convince herself of this, Zhong Mengfan was still scared.
If Zhong Nianyao was talking nonsense, why would she bring up such a topic?
What worried her the most now was whether she was actually pregnant. She had been with her boyfriend for some time, and this month her period was many days late. That's why she had reacted so strongly when Zhong Nianyao mentioned her pregnancy.
She couldn't imagine what she would do if she was really pregnant.
