Wang Hu, having calmed his chaotic emotions, said to his wife, "Don't say these things. Yao DianDian and I are from different places, and there won't be any chance to meet in the future. Stop overthinking, you're pregnant now."
"Wang Hu, do you really care about me? You've stopped loving me, haven't you?"
"I can't figure out what you're thinking."
Bai Fanglan felt even more restless and uneasy, grabbing Wang Hu: "Answer me directly, do you like Yao DianDian? Has that bitch already ensnared your soul!"
Wang Hu looked at Bai Fanglan, her bloated body, haggard face, and messy hair tied together, no longer the delicacy and elegance she had before marriage. He sighed.
Forget it, after all, she's like this because she's carrying my child, I can't just ignore her.
