Gu Qimiao pursed her lips, "I came to see you. Don't you want me to come?"
"To see how pathetic I look sitting in a wheelchair?"
Hearing him say that, Gu Qimiao couldn't help but frown, "Why do you say things like that? Haven't I seen you at your worst? It stings. Have you gotten used to working here?"
"None of your damn business."
"Can't you talk properly? I came all this way to see you, and this is the attitude I get? You're not even inviting me to lunch? I'm starving!"
Mo Ming put down the pen in his hand, looked at her and asked, "What's this? Is Shen Yanchen so poor that he can't even feed you?"
"I want you to treat me." She looked at her belly and smiled softly, "Your little nephew is hungry too."
"You're pregnant?"
"Mm, it's been three months."
Mo Ming looked at her already somewhat protruding belly, and instead of feeling upset, he thought about that woman, who was also pregnant. Her belly must be very big now too, right?
