"Little chubby girl." As soon as Song Di heard it, he urgently shouted, "I truly, seriously feel about you."
Ding Lan shook her head, her smile incredibly bitter.
Looking at Song Di, he was still the same spirited Song Di. After being apart for a few months, he was just as personable, still giving off an air of vibrancy, whereas she had a weary, swollen face with dark circles under her eyes.
This contrast made Ding Lan's heart sink to the bottom.
His seriousness, at this moment, didn't allow her to fully trust.
Song Di was stunned and said, "I'm just one person living alone, it's normal for me to be full of energy, I have nowhere to vent my energy, I just want to work hard every day and then come find you."
"Weilan told you a long time ago, right?" Ding Lan looked into his eyes and asked.
Song Di was startled again, but still nodded, "It's been a while, she said you were on bed rest for the pregnancy, I didn't dare to disturb you."
Ding Lan felt indescribable.
