Since Jia Qiulian did not come to work for half a month, although no one dared to gossip about it openly, many people still secretly guessed whether she and Han Cihui had already divorced.
It was mainly because Han Cihui's expression never became clear.
Today, when Jia Qiulian woke up, Han Cihui had already left for work. For some reason, she had always been sleepy lately. No matter how early she went to bed, she always woke up very late in the morning and was always tired.
Jia Qiulian rubbed her blurry eyes and looked out the window at the sun, which was already high in the sky. Then she took a deep breath.
The alarm clock of the phone on the bedside table suddenly rang. Jia Qiulian picked up the phone and looked at the memo that appeared on the screen. "Jia Qiulian, is your auntie here?"
Jia Qiulian was shocked when she saw this. Subconsciously, she lifted the blanket to look underneath her.
Oh no, she was a whole week late for her month.
