I never thought Mei Yao didn't have the ability to handle this case.
"What do we do now?"
He Shan sighed.
"It depends on how the higher-ups decide."
If Mei Yao can't find a solution, she's not capable,
it's not impossible for things to go back to the way they were.
In the human world, April has faded, but peach blossoms bloom in the mountain temples.
It's now April.
Jiang Muwan is seven weeks pregnant.
Still unbearable.
The long-lasting morning sickness has worn her down to practically skin and bones,
Jiang Muwan has lost over ten kilos.
Gu Jiangnian isn't faring much better.
He's been caring for her night and day, not leaving her side for a moment.
Mentally and physically exhausting.
He's strung out himself.
Gu Jiangnian personally might not notice it, but Xu Fang and the Junhua executives who frequently come and go from Guanlan Villa can all see that their boss is getting thinner.
The once high-spirited man now clearly appears to have a furrowed brow.
