Luo Ting grabbed Jiang Mian, sizing her up and down, "You couldn't already be pregnant, could you?"
Jiang Mian shook off Luo Ting's hand, wrapping her coat tighter around herself, "Knock on wood quickly, if you keep saying I'm pregnant you'll be responsible."
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Luo Ting half-believed and half-doubted as she knocked on the wooden table in front of her three times, "Spit, spit, spit."
She murmured to herself under her breath, "Isn't it your husband who should be responsible for this kind of thing, how could I plant the seed..."
The more she spoke, the more ridiculous it became.
Jiang Mian felt certain that it was because she had been too idle lately, leaving Sister Ting with nothing to do.
She decisively used her connections to arrange for an agency training course and sent Luo Ting in for an intensive half-month program.
By the time Luo Ting finished the training and came out, the resentful look on her face had vanished. She couldn't stop praising Jiang Mian.
