During the two days in the hospital, Xinluo brought her some oranges; after eating just one slice he found it unbearably sour, but Shanshan liked it a lot.
It is said that sour cravings indicate a boy, and Gong Shaoyu automatically defined the child in her belly as a son!
While she slept, he ate something without touching the chopsticks, sat aside, and retrieved his computer; only after she was full did he call the server to clear the table.
The room was very quiet, with only the occasional sound of Gong Shaoyu tapping the keyboard. His fingers gripping the phone tightened slightly.
Knowing what the conversation would entail next, yet unsure how to start.
Not sure how many times she sneaked a glance at him, Gong Shaoyu finally stopped typing, closed the laptop, and fixed his gaze on the floor, "Shanshan, let's talk."
Let's have a calm and proper talk.
Lan Shan turned her head, looking at him, "What do you want to say?"
