Anran turned off the TV with the remote control and saw the latest newspaper that had been sent this morning on the table. The lingchuanjiang incident seemed to be the hot topic of Jiangcheng in recent days. Almost all the pages were occupied, and this incident had become the talk of the entire Jiangcheng city.
Anran didn't really care about these things. She just felt that su Yicheng's work seemed to have become busier recently, and he had to attend countless social events and dinner parties, as well as return home late countless times.
He got up and felt a little uncomfortable. His stomach seemed to have suddenly grown in the past half a month. It swelled up all of a sudden. It was less than four months old, but it looked like it was about five months old.
Mrs. Zhang, who was wiping the tables and chairs, saw her and quickly went up to help her. &Quot; slow down, be careful. &Quot;
Anran smiled helplessly. &Quot; Mrs. Zhang, I'm fine. Don't be so nervous. &Quot;