Ou Mingxuan rolled his eyes. "He probably won't come."
"Why?"
"We had a falling-out."
"Huh?"
Ou Mingxuan seemed unwilling to answer. Before Qin Mengying could ask why, he cut her off. "I only want to drink the porridge you cook."
Qin Mengying's heart clenched. She clearly knew she shouldn't, yet that line still made her waver. "You know Lotus Porridge, right? I learned to make mine from their lady boss back then. It tastes the same. I'll give you their delivery number later."
Ou Mingxuan felt a little empty and lost. "Okay."
The conversation had reached its end.
In the end, Ou Mingxuan asked on an impulse, "Are you…alone now?"
If he had been able to foresee Qin Mengying's answer, he would never have self-sabotaged by asking.
Qin Mengying froze for a second, then subconsciously lowered her head to gently caress her lower abdomen, a satisfied smile appearing on her face. "No, there are two of us."
