Yao Bixi hurriedly supported her, her palms breaking out in sweat as she spoke with an unavoidable edge to her voice, "Then aren't you afraid something will happen to you? Aren't you afraid something will happen to the child?"
Lu Sheng was stunned for a moment, "What child?"
Yao Bixi helped her sit down, "Shengsheng, you're already pregnant."
"Xu Fang said that?"
But that was false.
Yao Bixi shook her head, "Director He said it, you're four weeks pregnant." Her tone was solemn, with mixed emotions of joy and worry. The timing of this child's arrival was too coincidental, happening precisely when Zhou Qingrang's life was hanging by a thread—if they were lucky, they would be a family of three; if not, they would be left a widow and orphan.
Lu Sheng had no idea about the pregnancy. Her menstrual cycle was irregular, and even though she had tested with pregnancy tests before, they had never produced a positive result.
"Could it be a mistake?"
