The head of the Pang family saw Pang Bizhu approaching and beckoned, "Zhu'er, why are you only arriving now? Hurry up and toast your Master."
By "your Master," he naturally referred to Elder Yun.
Pang Bizhu's face lit up with joy. With elegant, measured steps, she moved forward, gently bowing to the head of the Pang family and Elder Yun, her demeanor graceful and cultured, as she apologized, "Lately, I've been constantly feeling drowsy, which is why I'm late. I hope Father and Master won't hold it against Zhu'er."
"Haha... I've heard that pregnant women often feel drowsy. When your mother was expecting you, she loved to sleep," said the head of the Pang family, bursting into laughter in high spirits.
Elder Yun's gaze fell on Pang Bizhu's abdomen, the coldness in his eyes slightly softened. Well, regardless of how much he disliked her, she was still Ye'er's woman, and the child she carried was Ye'er's.
