Gently reaching out to cover her belly, the events of last night are still vivid in her mind.
"Is there anything you want to eat?" Fu Nancheng wasn't angry, patiently asking.
Qiao Mo still remained silent, seemingly unwilling to talk to him.
After the two got into the car, Fu Nancheng directly instructed the driver to head to Tingyu Pavilion, and then called the owner to prepare some dishes suitable for pregnant women, so they wouldn't have to wait upon arrival.
Qiao Mo feigned ignorance, just quietly sitting in a corner of the car.
She kept her head turned, looking out the window, with her palm-sized face reflected in the car window, always silent.
Fu Nancheng wanted to talk to her, tried several times to speak, but stopped each time with the words on his lips.
Eventually, he moved closer to her, almost right next to her.
Qiao Mo frowned and moved towards the car window again, Fu Nancheng cleared his throat and followed her.
