Yun Huan knitted his brow and looked at the unwanted company with an obvious hint of displeasure and disdain.
But in the end, he didn't say anything.
Feng Qingge's mouth twitched. The disdain in Yun Huan's eyes made her completely speechless—all men were like this indeed!
Feng Qingge no longer looked at Yun Huan. She turned to Qin Yi and whined, "Little Yiyi, I am hungry."
In just half a month, Feng Qingge's belly was already showing. Women usually had a great appetite when they were three months pregnant and Feng Qingge especially liked to eat spicy food. If there was no spice, she wouldn't be happy.
Feng Qingge's appetite was very good, able to eat seven or eight meals a day, but even so, she did not gain a lot of weight. Other than her stomach, her limbs were still very slim.
"Okay, I got it." Qin Yi pinched Feng Qingge's cheek helplessly.