Ling Chuxia clearly felt the oppressive atmosphere ease a bit as Shi Che spoke. She took a light breath, and her tone relaxed unconsciously, "Yeah, look at Old Cai. He used to be so skinny, like a bamboo pole, and now look at how much weight he's put on, his belly is as big as a beach ball."
Ling Chuxia was a typical southern girl, with a hint of softness in her voice that was comforting to the ear when she spoke relaxedly, gentle and soft.
As Ling Chuxia spoke, she unconsciously gestured over her own stomach, "Didn't you hear what he said just now? His daughter asks him every day if he is 'pregnant' like Mommy."
"Really?" Shi Che's response remained indifferent, but the light in his dark eyes had gradually dissipated, leaving behind only a warm tranquility.
