"It's only been three months, and I'm not even walking fast," Hua Jinyi said, cuddling her grandmother and acting coy.
"You, my dear," Granny Hua shook her head, "You still have to be careful, not like before."
"I know, I know," Hua Jinyi nodded quickly. Otherwise, Granny would start nagging endlessly again.
"Granny, sweet and sour ribs."
"Alright, alright, Granny will go make some right now," Granny Hua beamed as she looked at her granddaughter's belly, then glanced towards Luo Song, "Take good care of her," she instructed with concern.
"Granny..." Hua Jinyi pouted, dissatisfied. Granny Hua pretended not to hear and hurried into the kitchen.
Glaring at Luo Song, Hua Jinyi sat in the courtyard. It was all his fault; she never imagined she would get pregnant so soon.
