Poor Yang Siyue

"What's with all the commotion so early in the morning?" Bai Jiawei showed up in the dining room, and he was holding onto the hand of Li Huiran.

Li Huiran had one hand placed over her stomach, and although she wasn't even one month pregnant yet, she was walking like a pregnant woman.

"Dad," Su Zhiming quickly pulled his arm back and stood up. 

Bai Jiawei nodded his head as a sign of acknowledgment before helping Li Huiran pull out her chair. 

Li Huiran slowly sat down and Bai Jiawei also walked over to his chair to sit down.

"We will all have to be more careful now that Huiran is pregnant. I don't want to see any alcohol or smoking in the house. Be careful when you are walking around the house and don't carry anything sharp with you."

He Xinyan put down her fork and stood up. She had lost her appetite to eat.

"Where are you going?" Bai Jiawei asked with a frown. He didn't even finish talking yet.