"Mingyu,"
A soft call came from the doorway.
When Mingyu heard the soft call, his little face turned slightly dark, but he still looked toward the door.
Yan Ruoting stood alone at the entrance, one hand gripping the lattice-style door, the other covering her abdomen, her beautiful face under the scorching sun seemed tinged with a layer of pain.
Mingyu really didn't want to deal with her, but he still stood up and walked to the doorway, asking Yan Ruoting through the lattice door, "What's wrong with you?" He glanced behind Yan Ruoting and saw her car parked not far away. He knew she had driven here, but she hadn't driven the car close to the villa, probably fearing the noise would disturb the adults inside.
"Mingyu, Mommy doesn't know what's going on, but my stomach hurts," Yan Ruoting said, calling herself "Mommy" now that they were alone. She was, after all, Mingyu's birth mother, so such a reference wasn't entirely inappropriate.
