"Oh," Luo Qiangwei gently caressed her belly with her hand and smiled softly, "If you're treating, then let's go have the most expensive late-night snack at De Zhuang in Jiang City. I think my appetite could cost you over ten thousand."
Yue Jing, "…Alright, alright, the divorce is your call."
He feared she wasn't feeling well, so he wrapped his arm around her shoulder and was about to leave when suddenly the sound of the nurse's cart echoed behind them, "Could you both please make way?"
The sound wasn't loud, but in the unnaturally quiet hallway it was quite noticeable. After speaking, the nurse opened the door, and the two people inside the room looked outward.
Yue Jing, "…"
However, the woman holding a towel beside the hospital bed spoke courteously, "Director Yue," She obviously recognized Yue Jing due to his fame, and turned to the beautiful woman in the coat, "Mrs. Mo, hello."
Mrs. Mo?
