"Well, I do see you've gained quite a bit of weight."
Chu Ci felt really stressed; as a female artist, weight and body shape are very important. She's now ten pounds heavier than before.
The two of them took the elevator to the women's clothing on the fourth floor and just happened to run into Fu Bin's mother.
"Auntie," Chu Ci greeted politely.
Fu Bin's mother kindly took Chu Ci's hand, "It was Auntie's fault last time, Fu Bin was anxious with me when he got home. Please, don't be angry with me."
Chu Ci didn't expect Fu Bin to argue with his mother for her sake.
"Auntie, I'm not angry with you."
"That's good, that's good." Zhang Yawen glanced at Chu Ci's slightly bulging belly and was as happy as anything, "I just bought a lot of little clothes for the baby, they're too heavy for you to carry. I'll have Xiao Mi send them to your home later."
Chu Ci knew the elderly woman meant well, so she didn't refuse: "Thank you, Auntie."
