Upon receiving the invitation, Lu Fengxuan complimented Ling Hanxiao on his quick action.
"We'll have the engagement before the new year, and since we'll have just returned from Lingzhou, we can make it in time without any scheduling conflicts."
She handed the invitation to Yu Chiyin, who glanced at it casually before continuing to pack his luggage.
Lu Fengxuan wanted to offer a helping hand but was pushed away by him, "Just sit there, that's helping me enough."
After saying this, Yu Chiyin's right hand reached over to stroke her protruding belly twice before helping her sit on the couch.
Every time he touched her belly, a metaphorical black line slid down Lu Fengxuan's forehead.
She felt like her stomach was a watermelon, with him checking each time as if to see if the melon was ripe.
"Didn't you bring a coat already?" Lu Fengxuan asked, noticing the clothing in his hands.
