You Might Not Believe Me

He saw Sweetcake scrunch up her face, hugging her small stomach and rolling uncomfortably on the soft couch.

Mo Beiyuan bent down and picked her up. His expression was unprecedentedly flustered as he shouted at the secret guards on duty outside.

"Find Feng Chen and tell him to come over quickly. Also, find that woman."

Because the little packrat kept calling for her mother.

When Yun Ran received the message from a secret guard, she rushed to Mo Beiyuan's study with Bun.

She looked at the little pink ball in Mo Beiyuan's arms who kept humming because she was not feeling well.

Yun Ran's heart burned.

"What's going on? Why did her stomach suddenly hurt? Did she eat something?"

Mo Beiyuan's gaze landed on the pastry at the side, and his eyes were filled with killing intent.

Sweetcake had only touched the plate of pastries.

"Who has touched these pastries? Investigate those who have passed through."