Zhao Xi pulled the door open with a straight face and rolled her eyes at Gu Beiye. She asked angrily, "What are you doing here?"
Unexpectedly, Gu Beiye did not oppose her. Instead, he asked gently, What are you doing here? "Are you alright? Are you uncomfortable?"
"Do you really want me to feel unwell?" Zhao Xi looked at him vigilantly.
A weasel paying respects to a chicken and suddenly became gentle. He definitely did not have good intentions.
Gu Beiye was stunned and smiled. "No, I hope that you will be fine now and give birth to a fat kid for me!"
"Who wants to give birth to a son for you?! Gu Beiye, don't think too highly of yourself. Let me tell you, I want to divorce you. I'm going to divorce you, do you understand? " Zhao Xi instantly stomped her foot.