Under Song Yunchi's threatening intimidation, Song Yiheng nodded frantically, agreeing to everything.
Finally sending off this formidable presence, Song Yiheng wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. Was it easy for him?
He ran back to the bedroom and picked up his phone to call Lu Meng.
"Mengmeng, does my brother know something?"
"What?"
Lu Meng was also asleep, groggy, and even more sleepy due to pregnancy.
"It's just... the thing you wouldn't let me explain, my brother seems to know."
He couldn't be sure, it was just a feeling.
Based on intuition, he felt that Song Yunchi should know something.
If he finds out that his cousin is secretly trying to trip him up, would he beat him up?
......
Qiao An returned to the base, in the research lab, always wearing a large white coat, so colleagues hadn't yet noticed her pregnancy.
The days have been busy, and the pressure is considerable.
Hence, the organization arranged a social gathering.
