Chapter 72: What does your inability to chase a wife have to do with me?

At dinner time, Zhou Shuhuan was quite surprised to see the seat next to him was empty.

Ever since she got pregnant, Shen Baolan had an extraordinarily good appetite, always the fastest one to the dinner table. Sometimes by the time he sat down, Shen Baolan had already finished half a bowl of rice.

Today, however, was quite the anomaly.

"Where's Baolan?"

While scooping rice, Zhou Shuhuan asked casually.

Ma Sufen, with a pained expression on her aged face, gestured with her mouth towards the room, "She's inside, mumbling all day long, acting as if she's been possessed."

Zhou Quanxiong remarked, "She might be sick, right? Shuhuan, go take a look. If she's really feeling unwell, she should visit the clinic. Don't let the child in her belly catch any illness."

Zhou Shuhuan put down his chopsticks and got up to return to the room.

As soon as he entered, he heard Shen Baolan lying flat on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling, murmuring, "Why is it different now?"