Qin Juan knew this person's character. The more she paid attention to him now, the less proper he became, without considering where they were.
After all, they were the managers of the store, and Jia Liang was in charge of two stores, yet not at all steady.
She simply turned her head to look elsewhere.
Jia Liang's gaze finally fell on her belly, and he went to work with a smile.
That evening, the two of them went home together.
Old Mrs. Jia hadn't gone to bed yet. Hearing the noise outside, she knew her son and daughter-in-law were back.
She slipped on her shoes, came out of the room, and saw the two of them, her gaze falling directly on Qin Juan.
"Why are you home so late today? Tired, huh? Did you feel uncomfortable today? What did you have for dinner? Want me to make you something else to eat?"
Qin Juan stepped forward and supported our old lady's arm, "Mom, I'm doing well, you don't need to worry about me. I've been feeling much better these days."
