The middle-aged woman had been staring at Han Luoli and Gu Xiaoer all this time. Seeing how loving they were as a couple, she felt extremely displeased. Especially the gentle, considerate man who was also so handsome, he was simply everyone's idea of the perfect husband.
Why is there such a big difference between people!
Upon hearing Gu Xiaoer's last few words, the woman flickered her eyes, looked at the number 141 clenched in her hand, and couldn't help but have a malicious thought.
"Wait a minute!" The woman shrieked.
Gu Xiaoer paused for a moment, realizing she was being called.
The middle-aged pregnant woman got up, walked heavily over to Gu Xiaoer, and shoved her number into her hand: "This is my number, swap with me."
The attitude was so audacious that it was infuriating.
Gu Xiaoer wondered where this woman's self-assured confidence came from, was it borrowed from God?
A wave of nausea surged from her stomach, and Gu Xiaoer's face turned red.
