Dian Ling, that little girl, is only a month pregnant, yet she's already mimicking the way pregnant women walk at six or seven months. She props her hands on her back and waddles forward step by step. Li Ruo and Zhang Yantong couldn't help laughing, "Lingling, what are you doing?"
"Practicing walking like a pregnant woman, so I can use it later!" Dian Ling grinned and said, "I'm a clumsy bird that flies first. Hee hee!"
After saying that, she continued her proud walk. Everyone was too lazy to bother with her; they all knew Dian Ling was just like that. So, everyone sat down, treating Dian Ling like a monkey on display.
"Xiao Ruo, how many months are you now?" Ye Chen asked Li Ruo.
"Idiot, exactly three months!" Li Ruo glared at Ye Chen and then said, "You, someone who's about to be a father, don't care at all about the baby in your belly. Really!"
