But Mo Shu didn't get to speak.
Because she saw Gu Wenjuan's eyes reddening.
Gu Wenjuan stood with her back to them, the pregnancy test report in her palm was completely crinkled.
Yu Siqiao said indifferently, "If you're not pregnant, why come to the gynecologist."
Yu Siqiao's remarks were casual, just a light narrative, yet they made Gu Wenjuan's heart ache as if pierced by countless fine needles, suddenly making it unbearable.
Mo Shu tugged at Yu Siqiao, and when Yu Siqiao glanced at Mo Shu, he whispered, "Let's go, go home for dinner."
His arm encircled Mo Shu's waist, and his hand gently caressed Mo Shu's belly.
Mo Shu's belly wasn't very large, and with loose clothing, it really wasn't that noticeable.
But with Yu Siqiao's actions, it seemed as though Mo Shu's belly was particularly prominent and evident.
Gu Wenjuan sniffled and said, "Young Master Yu."
Yu Siqiao and Mo Shu stopped in their tracks.
