Chiyin's gaze shifted to her belly, then he said:
"That kind of bustling scene isn't suitable for pregnant women to watch, I'll keep you company at home and rest."
"But I really want to go see it, come on, let's go take a look, just for a little while and then we'll come back." Lu Fengxuan said coquettishly, swinging his arm.
She momentarily forgot that this was at the Yan Family home, and quite naturally, yet the housemaid Zhang standing beside cast a surprised look.
After Lu Fengxuan noticed, her fair cheeks blushed slightly, a bit embarrassed.
"Let's go, otherwise I'll get angry," she whispered, "threatening."
Chiyin frowned and glanced at her, and after two seconds still surrendered, leading her out of the old Yan's western-style house towards the practice field behind.
On the practice field.
Yan Six and Yan Seven were having their third contest. The first two rounds tested their hand-to-hand combat, and the last was a long-range shooting competition.
