"Ayuan said you're pregnant."
Liu Muye said.
Meng Qianqian widened her eyes and looked at Lu Yuan.
Lu Yuan said calmly, "It's still early, not suitable for making it known. This matter has only been told to Grandmother, not even to Mother and the Old Man."
Meng Qianqian: Do you have to lie with your eyes open? Who's pregnant? Who's still early?
No, she's not pregnant at all, there's no due date, so how can it be early?
Liu Muye said lovingly to Meng Qianqian, "If I had known you were expecting, I wouldn't have let you travel such a long way."
Lu Yuan said with an unchanged expression, "It was on the way that it happened, the little one is eager to meet you."
Liu Muye liked what he heard.
Honestly, even if there wasn't a child, Liu Muye would still like Meng Qianqian.
But with the child, there was an extra layer of affection for the little one in her, so why not enjoy it?
Meng Qianqian thought it over and decided not to take the blame: "Grandmother..."
