Reluctantly coming to open the door, Lu Zhanbei didn't even bother to tidy his disheveled clothes.
But when the door opened...
"I'm not a ghost, why are you looking at me like that?"
Indeed not a ghost, but to him, the father-in-law was more terrifying than a ghost. And crucially, Gu Qianqian had unwittingly hit the nail on the head.
As if hearing the commotion on his side, Gu Qianqian, who had been lounging on the sofa tidying her clothes, poked her head over from afar.
Then, the elder Mr. Gu's face turned stern, glaring at Lu Zhanbei: "Can't you control yourself? She's pregnant!"
Lu Zhanbei didn't speak, but thought to himself: Isn't he controlling himself? Otherwise, how could it be so difficult?
The father's blunt words made Gu Qianqian blush. She pulled at her collar and came over, her face red: "Dad, just... how come you're here?"
"Can't I come?"
"Of course, of course you can. I just thought if you had something urgent, you might call us to come over."
