"Huan, I just asked Young Master Yao to close the door for me when he leaves. I'm heavily pregnant, and it's really inconvenient for me to move around." Xia Qingqian smiled and pointed at her large belly, "I'm a bit tired today, so I don't want to move."
She felt her legs were a bit numb, and walking would drain her energy.
"You've got guts! I thought you'd just sweet-talk him like you always do and it'd be fine." Beitang Huan helped Xia Qingqian sit down and handed her the warmed milk, "If you really did that, you'd have no ambition at all!"
Xia Qingqian took a couple of sips of milk, looked up at Beitang Huan and said, "My ankles are swollen again, soon I won't have any shoes to wear."
