Seizing the right moment, Jiang Yuning took off her mask, dressed in a dress identical to Jiang Ruan's.
Jiang Yuning smiled sweetly, rubbing her nonexistent belly, "Brother Xiaohan, I felt so sick after throwing up just now, the baby is being naughty again."
"Feeling better? I'm sorry, it's my fault for not being able to help you, making you suffer."
Zhan Xiaohan sounded apologetic, bringing a cup of warm water to Jiang Yuning, his gaze sweeping over her rosy cheeks.
He then placed the cup on the table.
Waiting to receive the cup, Jiang Yuning was taken aback, then lowered her head and smiled shyly—this angle made her look most like Jiang Ruan.
"Brother Xiaohan, what are you looking at Yuning for?"
Zhan Xiaohan eventually placed the cup in her hands, his eyes lacking the concern they held moments before.
He massaged his temples, surely it was fatigue.
"You sit for a while. The auction is about to begin, and I have things to do."