Looking down, her belly was so big that she could hardly see her own toes now.
Ye Jiuliang pouted; in a while, she'd be able to ride her big motorcycle again.
"Xiaojiu, I made some new pastries, do you want to try them?" Veya was heading to the kitchen when she saw her coming downstairs and spoke softly.
"Sure." Ye Jiuliang smiled slightly; after a meeting, her stomach was a bit hungry.
While talking, she didn't watch the last step and slipped without noticing.
The floor hadn't been wiped clean after mopping, and the water with detergent was quite slippery.
A flicker of panic crossed Ye Jiuliang's eyes, but she quickly grabbed the stair railing.
Witnessing this, Veya turned pale with fright, crying out in alarm, "Xiaojiu."
Not far away, Madame Jiang and her companions, who were drinking tea, heard Veya's cry and turned their heads in unison.
They saw Ye Jiuliang holding her stomach with one hand and the stair railing with the other, her delicate face slightly pale.
