Holding her round belly, Bi Xia half-leaned on Qin Zhan's car, lazily saying, "I'm so full, I'm so full."
With a playful smirk, he stopped at the red light, lifted his hand to cover that round belly, and teasingly looked at the young boy, "Hmm, you're pregnant."
Qin Zhan smirked, "Three months."
Bi Xia: ...
Suddenly recalling Xia Shi's misunderstanding about her pregnancy earlier, Bi Xia felt a little embarrassed and annoyed, hummed angrily, and directly pressed Qin Zhan's hand on her belly, glaring with star-like eyes, "No, it's four months!"
"Oh?" Qin Zhan raised an eyebrow at the young boy, twisting his stomach just before the green light turned on, watched the boy shiver, then chuckled and put his hand back on the steering wheel, "Little Nine got it wrong, four months ago, Fourth Brother didn't even know Little Nine."
Bi Xia rubbed the spot where she was pinched, snorted coldly, and provocatively looked at Qin Zhan, who was driving, "So it means it's not yours."
