Qiao Chengxun rubbed his still-aching temples, fearing he hoped Meimei was pregnant even more than the little girl did, but Meimei was not pregnant.
After a brief silence, the man softly parted his thin lips, "Before that argument, I went with her to the hospital for a checkup, she wasn't pregnant, and the doctor gave her medicine to regulate her menstruation."
"Well, alright then..." Bu Qingqing had no choice but to dismiss the idea.
The young mistress isn't pregnant... what a pity ahhhh!
Qiao Chengxun lowered his right hand, still holding the phone with his left, "Besides retching, are there any other symptoms?"
"No, just retching, and the young mistress has always preferred sour to greasy foods, so I didn't notice any change in her taste. Her taste recently has been on and off, but nothing unusual was found."
Qiao Chengxun said, "She still needs to go see a doctor."
"Okay, I'll tell Mr. Huo, he definitely won't ignore it."
"Hmm." Qiao Chengxun responded lazily with a yawn.
