You're Probably Sick; Very Sick at That

"How is it? Is the handover done?" Lin Gantang asked.

"I just finished moving my things and left last night. You don't know the expression of the person-in-charge when I handed in my resignation letter. He pretended to say 'Ah, I can't bear to part with a good employee like you.' It almost disgusted me. If I didn't know that he wanted to force me to resign, I would have believed him."

Ye Qiuqiu left that place and felt refreshed.

"It's good that you're back. It's not bad to give birth to the baby safely." Lin Gantang was more worried about Ye Qiuqiu and the baby.

"Anyway, I'm free now. Why don't I go to the hospital to see you?" Ye Qiuqiu saw that she was in the hospital and wanted to come over.

"Don't, it's just a superficial wound." Lin Gantang quickly stopped her. "Besides, the baby in your stomach is already big. Don't run around. What if it's born outside?"

Ye Qiuqiu gave up regretfully.