Ji Shiting returned to his room in the manor after talking to his grandpa.
Ye Shengge was reading his childhood notes.
He raised an eyebrow and grabbed the notebook from her. "What's there to see?" he asked angrily.
Ye Shengge smiled and said, "I think it's interesting, Shiting. You were so cute when you were young."
Half of the man's notebook was filled with notes, and the other half was his annotations on the notes. Ye Shengge was amused by how serious he sounded.
Ji Shiting snorted, put the book back, hugged her and put his hand on her belly.
He still couldn't believe that there were two babies in her womb.
"By the way, there's something I haven't asked you yet," Ye Shengge said. "Did you file for a divorce after I left?"
Ji Shiting smiled and said, "What do you think?"
"I checked later, and my marriage status showed divorce, so I always thought we were really divorced, but…" Ye Shengge bit her lips.
