Qiao Jing lightly furrowed her brows, remaining silent for two seconds before she began to speak.
"It's because I was worried that, if I couldn't get along with Zhan Qipei, there would be some unnecessary complications due to the child, so I kept it a secret."
Xu Moqian finally managed to muster a bit of energy and sat up from the sofa.
"Alright, I understand, Sister Jing, you go back to what you were doing."
Qiao Jing replied with a faint "Hmm" and continued her work at the desk.
By this time, Zhan Nanqing had already returned, eyeing Xu Moqian suspiciously and quickly approached Qiao Jing's side.
"Qiao Jing, what did this guy say to you?"
As Qiao Jing flipped through her documents without pause, she briefly replied.
"About the pregnancy."
Zhan Nanqing crossed her arms, and with a "hmpf," she deliberately said:
"Oh~ so he was asking about my nephew, huh~"
Xu Moqian naturally picked up on Zhan Nanqing's bragging tone and glared at her.
