"Yuyu, what's wrong? Ever since we went out today, you've been distracted. This isn't like you."
She had been worried about Ji Yu's condition before, and now it seemed things had indeed taken a serious turn.
Even when speaking, she was drifting off—how serious could this matter be?
"I'm fine." Ji Yu forced a bitter smile; she wasn't ready to tell anyone about the matter with the child just yet.
After the dinner, Feng Qinqin couldn't shake the feeling that Ji Yu was acting strangely, though she couldn't pinpoint exactly what was off.
She could only plead sincerely, "Yuyu, if anything's bothering you, please don't keep it to yourself. I'm here for you. You can talk to me about anything."
Ji Yu was amused. "Do I seem like the kind of person who'd do something reckless?"
She had been very clear about her stance from the beginning.
Only then did Feng Qinqin feel reassured.
"Alright, I'll head back first."
