Lu Yeming asked if Jun Xi Qing’s stomach was very big. After all, three months had passed.
The Brahma school really wanted to reply, “Lord, that is not your child. Why do you have to think about it all the time?”?
But the Brahma school did not dare to say it, so they could only reply, “I see that Miss Jun’s stomach is a little big, sharp. Miss Jun’s movements are quite quick, and she is not fat. I heard that the one with the image is like a son.”
It’s a son..
Lu Yeming put one hand in his trouser pocket, standing tall and cold. He faintly curved his thin lips. “OH.”
”...”
It was over. Fan men knew that he had said too much. The Lord had never forgotten the child that Miss Jun had lost when she fell down the stairs. The Lord loved that child very much. Fan men really wanted to slap themselves, to make them talk too much!