Upstairs, in the master bedroom.
Li Qiao stood in front of the panoramic floor-to-ceiling window, arms crossed, gazing out at South Sea Mountain with a faint expression in her eyes.
Shang Yu perhaps was having an episode of his paranoia, entertaining thoughts he shouldn't have.
On the way back, he fell into an unwarranted silence all the way, and even though he laid with her in the bedroom for a while, his nerves never relaxed.
He hesitated several times as he looked at her abdomen, wanting to speak but stopping himself, which she cleverly diverted each time.
Li Qiao sighed softly, rubbed her forehead, and took out her phone to scroll through her contacts.
After a moment, she found a number and dialed it.
"Xiao Li?" Fu Lvting was quite surprised to receive a call from Li Qiao, his tone rising considerably.
