Looking at Gu Ruoyun's departing back, July let out a sigh. She didn't know why, but at this moment, Gu Ruoyun's back unexpectedly looked a little dejected, completely different from her previous high-spirited self.
A cool breeze was blowing. Su Mingyu was sitting on a stool in front of the window with her hands supporting her head. She looked sideways at Tang Yan, who had a bad temper, and narrowed her eyes, "I say, Young Master Tang. Your temper is so big, what happened?"
"Take care of yourself." Tang Yan waved away the weeping female servant at his feet.
"I'm pretty good, I can eat and drink." Su Mingyu was very relaxed, she didn't feel like she was being held captive at all.
"You're the one who's being pregnant, so I'm being so polite to you. Don't think that I'm afraid to touch you." Tang Yan's face was gloomy.