In the living room, Judith placed a cup of hot tea and a cup of hot milk in front of Wen Xu and Jiang Yi respectively.
Ever since Wen Xu had entered, he had not smiled again.
He couldn't understand why it had to be this way.
Looking at the steam rising from the teacup in front of him, Jiang Yi said, "I know there's an F1 race recently, you must have come to London for that, right?"
At this moment, Wen Xu's mind was incapable of thinking about anything else.
His gaze had fallen on Jiang Yi's bulging belly several times, and after restraining himself for a long time, he tried to speak up, "Jiang Yi, you..."
Following Wen Xu's gaze, Jiang Yi looked down at her own belly and gently caressed it with her hand.
Wen Xu stared at Jiang Yi with an expression like he had seen a ghost.
He couldn't reconcile the Jiang Yi who once wielded an iron stick and took down a group of people with him with the person before him.
Wen Xu cleared his throat twice and said, "Does my brother know?"
