Escape Plan
When her gaze fell on the crucian carp and tofu soup, she froze again.
As though she were thinking about something.
In the end, she picked up a spoon and ladled herself a bowl.
The fish soup was still as fresh and delicious as ever.
"Fish soup is just fish soup. Why put a label on it? This is crucian carp soup, not a postpartum meal."
Hexi muttered to herself and drank some more.
Since Shen Wuxiao was not eating with her, this portion of fish soup was relatively small.
She drank quite a lot, but barely touched the rice.
After eating, she went out onto the balcony to get some air.
Before long, the psychological effect returned.
She felt swollen, though not in her stomach.
She quietly slipped her hand inside and felt the food bags.
"Mm... they seem a little bigger than before. Is it just my imagination?"
Only Shen Wuxiao had touched this place.
But it had not been direct contact. It should not be possible, right?
Just then, the phone rang.
Hexi took out her phone and glanced at it.
Godfather!
She no longer had to hide when answering his calls.
"Godfather..."
"Xi'er, are you busy?" Hong Fei's voice was still low and deep.
"No, Godfather. Go ahead..."
"How are things in the Imperial Capital?" Hong Fei asked.
"There have been no changes and no progress. I haven't started yet," Hexi answered truthfully.
Hong Fei pondered for a moment. "Good. Shen Wuxiao hasn't been pestering you, has he?"
"Not for now..."
"Good. Do you remember the people from the Dragon King Hall that I mentioned before?" Hong Fei asked.
"I remember."
"Mm. Your godfather previously thought you and Qin Liffei of the Dragon King Hall were quite suitable for each other. Back then, I