"You can't go anywhere." Mo Liancheng slightly narrowed his eyes, warning her not to move rashly.
"I'm just being kind. Don't take my goodwill for a donkey's lungs."
"Are you sure?"
"Cough... Yes." Qu Tan'er shrank her neck, had the joke gone too far?!
"If you dare, say it again." Mo Liancheng was slightly angry.
"I'll say it, am I scared of you?" Qu Tan'er lifted her head and stared at him.
Damn it, he dared to glare at her? Didn't he know that a pregnant woman is the most important?
Suddenly, Mo Liancheng's handsome face softened, and he whispered, "Getting angry is not good for the fetus."
"You were the one who got angry at me first." She pouted, looking shameless.
"This Prince apologizes." Mo Liancheng gave a light apologetic smile, gently stroking her back, as if to help smooth over her agitation.
The two of them exchanged words as if no one else was present.
Some members of the audience, however, had expressions full of varying emotions.
