After Qin Ming carried Anya over, he carefully placed her on the sofa before standing up and saying, "She has morning sickness."
Chu Luo smiled faintly at Anya, who had been showing off to her a few days ago.
The moment Anya met Chu Luo's gaze, her face fell as she complained to her, "Chu, help… I'm going to be tortured to death by this detestable baby."
Chu Luo raised her hand to touch her wrist and said, "You won't die. This is normal morning sickness."
"But I didn't feel anything previously."
"Every pregnant woman experiences morning sickness at different times."
When Anya heard this, she felt like she had nothing to live for.
Qin Ming asked her with a straight face, "Do you want me to send you back to our villa to rest?"
