Qin Jiaran had been with him for three years and had somewhat understood his character; she knew he was now teetering on the verge of thin anger.
She did not dare provoke him further; facing the icy coldness in his eyes, she instinctively feared, "Okay."
"Some other day would be fine, to avoid meeting people we shouldn't." Xia Molan said meaningfully. She hadn't noticed anything amiss between the two and relaxed the grip on Fu Lingfeng's arm, "Take good care of Jiaran."
Having said that, she turned to Qin Jiaran and advised, "Jiaran, pay attention to your diet these next few days, look up what you need to be aware of during pregnancy, and if you feel unwell, call Lingfeng to accompany you to the hospital."
Qin Jiaran nodded obediently, replying, "I understand, thank you, Auntie."