Mu Anran walked out of the consulting room feeling uneasy, so much so that she didn't even notice the person walking towards her until they collided!
"Ah!"
She exclaimed, instinctively covering her abdomen as her body started to lean to one side.
Just as she was about to hit the wall, suddenly a strong arm wrapped around her lower back.
With a pull, Mu Anran crashed into a broad and strong chest.
"Can't you watch where you're going?"
From above her, a familiar male voice spoke with a hint of suppressed anger.
That voice was—
Mu Anran, surprised, looked up and saw Yu Lingqian's exceptionally handsome face.
Having flown here on a private jet, his eyebrows bore a trace of faint fatigue.
In those sharp eyes, there flickered a light of concern.
He had noticed Mu Anran's gesture of covering her belly, "What's wrong, does your stomach hurt?"
Mu Anran shook her head.
The moment she saw Yu Lingqian, her heart was filled with joy.
