"What's wrong?" Seeing Han Yingying's subtle expression, Shen Mosheng asked with confusion, completely unaware of what was inappropriate about what he had just said.
"Nothing..."
"Continue shopping?"
Han Yingying curiously looked at him who showed no signs of fatigue: "Aren't you tired?"
"Not tired."
"Shen Mosheng, thank you for helping me out, thank you for shopping with me, I feel much better now."
"You're welcome," Shen Mosheng replied in an even tone, with no hint of seeking credit.
"About the child..."
"I will help you schedule another time."
"Okay." Han Yingying bit her lip, didn't speak further, and her gaze unconsciously fell on her flat belly.
"Does your stomach feel uncomfortable?" Seeing that she wasn't speaking, only staring at her stomach, Shen Mosheng grew a bit nervous.
"No." Han Yingying shook her head. "Let's go back."