After a while. The atmosphere in the room seemed a little tense.
Mo Liancheng's expression was somewhat strained, as Mou Hua stared fixedly at Qu Tan'er's belly without moving, making it inscrutable as to what he was thinking.
At this moment, Qu Tan'er touched her belly with uncertainty, cautiously glanced at Mo Liancheng, and felt even less sure about his mood, asking softly, "Are you unhappy?"
"Do I look unhappy to you right now?"
"Then you don't like children?" she probed in an even lower voice.
"Did I ever say that?" Mo Liancheng's gaze still fixed on Qu Tan'er's belly, his expression becoming more inscrutable.
"So what are you trying to say right now?" That scoundrel, daring to spin words with her,
Mo Liancheng did not reply, but finally shifted his gaze, casting a cold look at those still standing dumbfounded in the room, and demanded, "Do you all have nothing to do?"
