"I won't drink it."
When she said she wouldn't drink it, she meant it.
Pregnant women can be so stubborn that there's nothing much anyone can do about it.
No use talking to them, scolding them, and hitting them is definitely out of the question.
Jiang Ye had no choice but to change tactics, put down the milk, and sit down:
"What's wrong? Do you feel unwell?"
"Not really."
"That means you do."
Cough.
Lu Jing sighed:
"Can't you speak in a nicer tone?"
Well, there's a complaint.
The man had to lower and soften his voice:
"Okay, okay, okay, I'll listen to you, whatever you say. Can you tell your man what's actually wrong now?"
Lu Jing pinched the man's arm a few times:
"Stop being so cheeky, Jiang Huai is still here."
It would be so embarrassing to be overheard, wouldn't it?
But the man just laughed:
"Don't worry, he can't hear us."
