Xuexue observed closely and still noticed the change in his expression.
Mo Shaoxing's hand holding the bowl was trembling slightly.
Apparently, the village head had yet to learn what a fine mess his son had created. Upon hearing the villagers' discussions, he immediately stood up and walked toward the center of the banquet.
At the center of the banquet, a plump woman was being pulled by another woman, and her headscarf was accidentally tugged off. In the dim light, everyone could clearly see that the woman was Mo Xiuzhi, and her belly was already swollen high, indicating that she was pregnant, and quite far along too.
The village head quickly strode over to them, first giving Mo Xiuzhi an up-and-down glance, his face full of undisguised astonishment: "Are you Xiuzhi?"
Having been discovered by everyone, Mo Xiuzhi lowered her head, full of shame: "Yes, Uncle Village Chief."
