Ou Zun held her hand. It was just a little after nine o'clock.
Sleeping this early, he feared their daughter's intelligence might suffer in the future.
Ou Zun put down the computer in his hand and said to her, "Let me take you for a walk in the yard."
Mù Qiānxún was still upset about his preferential treatment towards their "daughter" earlier. Now, as a pregnant woman who had been pampered, exercising was completely dependent on her mood and preferences.
Clearly, her mood wasn't good right now.
When Ou Zun tried to pull her hand, she plopped down on the sofa, taking advantage of the fact that she was now carrying two and was overweight, making it hard for Ou Zun to move her.
She gave him a sidelong glance, the whites of her eyes very apparent.
It meant she was unhappy.
"Ou Zun, don't provoke me. I have a bad temper."
