The crowd couldn't help but shake their heads and sigh. You really couldn't judge a book by its cover. Who would have thought the Zhang couple, with their simple, honest farmer-like appearance, could be so shameless as to make up stories about a young woman just to find a roundabout way to get money.
Xia Zhaoyun's gaze lingered on Song Zhenbao's stomach for a moment. She wondered if she was being paranoid, but in the past half hour, Song Zhenbao had stroked her belly no fewer than five times.
'That was a subconscious gesture typical of an inexperienced woman who had just become pregnant and was craving attention.'
The women from the factory were all sharp; when one of them noticed Xia Zhaoyun's gaze, she followed it to Song Zhenbao's stomach.
"Mr. Fan, have your two families decided when you'll be holding the wedding for the young couple?"
