Mo Sichen eyed her beautifully delicate hands, "You better stop drawing. What if the baby in your belly sees it and gets influenced by your style. What then?"
Xia Yunsheng looked up at him sternly, "Aren't you busy?"
The person who was normally nowhere to be seen, actually had the time to come here and ridicule her.
"I'm a bit tired and came out for a stroll. Don't move!" He suddenly exclaimed.
Xia Yunsheng nervously looked at him, "What's wrong?"
Was there a danger?
Mo Sichen edged closer, reached out, and removed leaves from her hair, "How did these get there?"
"I don't remember." She let out a sigh of relief, thinking he was making a fuss over nothing.
There are plenty of trees in the Presidential Palace, and she runs around so much that she doesn't notice these things.
Mo Sichen looked at her, "You're about to be a mother, but you still act like a child."