"Hey, Old Yang, why are you here?"
Mrs. Yang was feigning ignorance. If she had bumped into someone who didn't know her well, the person would definitely not notice the guilt in her eyes.
Xiaoguo followed beside her with a poker face and was pulled forward by her.
Yang Feng looked at her from head to toe, then greeted Xiaoguo. "I was waiting for you."
Mrs. Yang quickly pushed him home. "Then let's go back quickly."
Before Yang Feng could ask anything, Mrs. Yang pushed him into the house. As she turned to close the door, she winked mischievously at Xiaoguo.
Xiaoguo smiled and nodded gently before walking home.
Pregnant women were indeed cute.
"Mother…" As soon as Zhuang Zhuang saw Xiaoguo enter, he immediately ran out of the house. He smiled and tried to look into the basket.
Xiaoguo suppressed a smirk and lowered the basket to show him the contents.