As Jiayin walked past Ye Wuge, her arm was suddenly grabbed by him.
Jiayin turned her head and looked at him innocently, "Do you need something from me, Uncle Ye?"
Ye Wuge had been inexplicably irritable and stifled all afternoon. Hearing Jiayin's sarcastic "Uncle Ye" at that moment, a surge of anger erupted inside him.
"Is the pregnancy real or not?"
"What if it's true? What if it's false? What does it have to do with you?" Jiayin replied nonchalantly, looking at him.
"I'm asking you, is it real or not?" Ye Wuge gritted his teeth, unconsciously tightening his grip.
Jiayin lowered her head to glance at her reddened wrist but didn't resist. Raising her head, she looked at Ye Wuge and arched her eyebrows, "Yes, it's real."
"I came back not just to attend Brother Moli's wedding but also to ask Xiao Chen to reexamine me, and maybe prescribe some prenatal medication. Since you're so interested, why don't you come with me to the hospital for another checkup?"
