After Lin Yi packed her things and came out, she left the company with Liang Jingchuan.
In the car, Liang Jingchuan looked a little nervous. His handsome face was tense, and the veins on the back of his hands, which were holding the steering wheel, were bulging. Unlike the joy he had felt earlier, he was now a little uncertain.
"Honey, are you really pregnant?"
Lin Yi was speechless. He had asked her the same question at least three times since they got in the car, but she didn't even want to respond to him.
"Can you not speak? Drive properly!"
Seeing that Lin Yi's tone wasn't very good, Liang Jingchuan knew that he had been too long-winded, so he said, feeling wronged,""I'm just nervous. "
"But why do I feel like you're saying that if I'm pregnant, the child in my stomach won't be yours?" Lin Yi said on purpose.
