"I'm pregnant?" Chen Meng was stunned herself, "How come I didn't know?"
Yang Yu said, "Judging by your complexion and breathing, you should be about a month pregnant. If you're unsure, you can go to the hospital for a check-up or test yourself with a test strip. I shouldn't be wrong."
Only then did Chen Meng remember that her "good friend" didn't seem to have visited this month, and her complexion turned very ugly.
She had thought she was just out of sorts lately because of the wedding planning, not because she was pregnant.
Damn, damn it!
Seeing that Chen Meng didn't continue to argue, Liao Fangpo grew even more furious, "Slut, just tell me, who's the bastard's?"