Lin Qiao: "..."
Just when she was about to say she couldn't finish, Song Tingfan went to serve food for others.
People in the countryside usually don't leave food unfinished. After all, it's already fortunate to have food to eat these days. In the end, she was stuffed,
and just as she leaned on the table to get up, she heard one of the women sitting in a group nearby say, "Is Widow Song pregnant? Look at her belly."
Lin Qiao: "..."
Do these people feel like they'd die if they didn't talk for a day?
Too lazy to argue with these people, it would just be a waste of breath.
She turned around and saw Zhang Dong supporting his wife, who was obviously pregnant. As their eyes met, Zhang Dong's wife snorted, "Da Dong, my stomach doesn't feel too good,"
Zhang Dong withdrew his gaze from Lin Qiao, then gently rubbed his wife's belly, "Does it feel better now?"
"A bit," Zhang Dong's wife said provocatively, looking at Lin Qiao, as if declaring her territory.
