At the thought, Lan Xing's eyes brimmed with hatred and venom.
Jian Ran caught this scene fully, a dim light flickering in her beautiful eyes... Her gaze landed on the new computer on her office desk, her slender eyes contemplative.
"Sigh, I don't know what's with Lan Xing today, looking so wilted and out of it."
"What else could she be thinking about, if not springtime fantasies? Dreaming about Mr. Gu... Haha... As if Mr. Gu is someone she could dream about... Sigh... Isn't Mrs. Gu more than three months pregnant now? I've heard that after the three-month mark, they can start doing that... Which means Mr. Gu won't have any downtime."
Jian Ran: "..."
Had the women's gossip really reached this level?
What about pregnancy... the first three months, not the last three.
Marital relations could resume... in the middle.
Hearing what the other women said, the smile at the corner of Jian Ran's mouth stiffened slightly.