Zhuang Xuejun just finished dinner when the doorbell rang again.
She frowned, who could it be this time.
Opening the door, she saw Han Luoqi standing there with a sullen, pig-headed face.
She silently looked at his face, honestly, he used to be so handsome, now beaten until even his own mom wouldn't recognize him, it's quite hard to accept.
"What happened to your face."
"I accidentally fell while filming."
Zhuang Xuejun, "..."
What else could she say?
Thinking of what he said today, that Xia Weibao went to find him, how he got covered in injuries was self-explanatory.
Really wanted to say "served you right," but it didn't seem appropriate, so she moved past the topic.
"Need something from me?"
"Have you eaten?" Han Luoqi asked.
"I have."
"What did you have for dinner? Did you cook or order takeaway?"
"Why do you ask?"
"You're pregnant, you need to pay attention to nutrition, eat less takeaway."
Zhuang Xuejun frowned, isn't he minding too much.
