Mo Beiyan sat down beside her, staring at her belly, "About to give birth, right? Your belly is already this big."
Tong Ran looked up at him, "Mo Nanjue came by this morning, didn't he?"
"Came where? Here?" Mo Beiyan picked up the teacup, smiling, "How could that be possible? You're my woman now; what would he come here for?"
Tong Ran ignored his words and simply asked, "Did you ask him to come?"
"Master Ran, have you gone mad?" Mo Beiyan frowned, "It's said pregnant women can become afraid before childbirth and have fantasies or dreams. Are you experiencing that?"
Tong Ran watched his unchanged expression, either he was pretending well, or Mo Nanjue really hadn't come. She furrowed her brow, "It's impossible, I clearly..."
Mo Beiyan glanced at her face, about to speak, when suddenly there was the sound of hurried footsteps outside—
"Eldest Young Master, Eldest Young Madam, something terrible has happened!"
The maid rushed in, "The master isn't doing well!"
