"No problem."
Han Xi glanced at the watch on his wrist and stood up from the sofa with his coat: "Let's go to the hospital to check on Chu Ci first."
"Okay. Hey, that painting is of your family of three, right? Why did you paint this little fellow as a boy?"
Li Manman's gaze was inevitably drawn to the painting on the wall, as everyone seemed to ask about the little fellow's gender upon seeing it.
"Jing Han said Little Bun is so mischievous, he might be a boy."
"I think so too. This Little Bun is quite naughty. Other people usually gain weight during pregnancy, but you've lost quite a bit."
"Don't blame Little Bun; it's because I'm physically weak that I keep vomiting."
The two of them talked as they walked out of the villa and got into the car. After fastening their seat belts, Li Manman turned the steering wheel onto the main road.
