Facing Fu Mingyu's slightly dangerous eyes, Ah Cheng smiled before speaking.
Not only did he have a smile on his face, but his eyes were filled with laughter, nowhere near the stern look of the cold-faced bodyguard he used to be.
Fu Mingyu's eyes glanced over Zhai Xiao's slightly bulging belly and fell on Ah Cheng's face, "How many months?"
"A little over four months."
As soon as Ah Cheng spoke, his smile widened until the corners of his mouth nearly reached his ears.
"Ah Cheng, you're not being fair; you didn't wait for me."
Fu Mingyu spoke in a complaining tone and then turned, smiling at Zhai Xiao, "Xiao Xiao, blessings to you both."
"Thank you, Third Young Master."
With a cheerful smile, Zhai Xiao hooked Ah Cheng's arm and turned to go downstairs.
As he watched their figures disappear at the bedroom door, Fu Mingyu squeezed Wen Nuan's hand, "Nuan Nuan, we need to work harder."
