At this moment, Qinghe walked out of her room, squatted beside Qiu Shi's washing basin, and said, "Mother, don't you think the relationship between Father and Sister An Ning is very strange?"
In the past, she dared not think nor speak about it. Recently, though she still had a long way to go in terms of being cheerful, she was evidently much better compared to her previous reticence.
Moreover, the interaction between An Ning and An Dafu was indeed peculiar, which led her to voice her doubts.
Qiu Shi wasn't a fool. If Qinghe could see something was off, how could she possibly miss it?
But then again, understanding it didn't change anything.
She just knew that life now was significantly better compared to before.
Although she had been preparing for pregnancy, unfortunately, her belly was not cooperating. She wasn't sure if there was still a chance to bear a child of her own for him.
