Talking about Xu He, Luo Zhiyong felt even more wronged, "I'm truly wronged. I hardly know these two and have barely spoken in private, yet I'm treated as if I've committed a grave mistake."
Seeing him looking so aggrieved, Fang Pingying couldn't help but chuckle to herself, but she stared at him and said, "You still cry foul? Why don't you admit that you've been too high-profile? Otherwise, why would so many women covet you? Why don't other men have so many unwanted pursuers?"
Luo Zhiyong didn't even know whether to take it as a compliment or an insult, and he didn't want to upset her, so he reluctantly replied, "Alright, alright, from now on, apart from you, I will run away from any woman I see."
Fang Pingying's health was still robust, especially since it was her first pregnancy; only the doctor and Luo Zhiyong were a bit nervous.
After staying in the hospital for four days, Fang Pingying got plenty of sleep and food which immediately helped her feel better.
