Ye Hui looked at Nan Mufeng's conflicted handsome face and boldly asked, "Young Master Nan, you mean Director Jian, right?"
Nan Mufeng paused for a moment, neither admitting nor denying it.
"Director Jian might have pre-natal anxiety."
"Pre-natal anxiety?" Nan Mufeng furrowed his long eyebrows.
"Yes, and also post-partum depression. Anyway, it's quite tough for women to give birth."
Nan Mufeng calculated the time; it's less than two months until Jian Xi is due. Could it really be pre-natal anxiety?
"She already seemed anxious once before," Nan Mufeng said. Recently, Jian Xi had been worried about her figure.
"She might not only be anxious once! I've heard the closer it gets to delivery, the more anxiety increases."
Nan Mufeng seemed to realize something: "Then what should I do?"
"Just accompany her more and submit to whatever comes," Ye Hui coughed awkwardly, carefully observing his boss's expression: submit to whatever comes! He actually dared to use that phrase!
