"What are you doing here!"
Suddenly, a sharp female voice shattered the warmth between the two of them.
Rong Yanqiao looked up and saw Wenming standing not far away, staring at the two of them.
Rong Yanqiao secretly thought this was bad.
This is a maternity store, and Wenming should easily guess the purpose of their visit.
"What's going on?"
Rong Qingze took a step forward, blocking Wenming's gaze at Rong Yanqiao.
"What are you doing here? Are you pregnant?"
Wenming came closer, her mouth carried a smile, yet she couldn't hide the malice in her eyes.
Rong Qingze said, "What's it to you?"
The night in the hospital, they had torn off pleasantries, and at this moment Wenming's gaze on Rong Yanqiao was unfriendly, so naturally Rong Qingze didn't have a pleasant expression for her either.
"I just want to ask, Rong Qingze, why are you so nervous?"
Wenming laughed, but the smile was exceptionally sarcastic.
Rong Yanqiao pulled Rong Qingze, wanting to leave here.
