Qi Wuya's whole being froze. "She really threw up? How could this happen? What acting skills!"
"Sang Yan, you did this on purpose!"
He roared angrily, grabbing her arm and yanking her in front of him.
Sang Yan knew she had made a mistake, covering her mouth with one hand while trying to wipe the filth from his clothes with the other.
"I'm sorry. I really didn't do it on purpose. I swear."
She was flustered, raising her hand to take an oath, but the urge to vomit surged again, and she quickly covered her mouth.
She swore she had not intended to vomit, but upon seeing him, she couldn't help it.
Perhaps it was the child in her belly protesting?
Qi Wuya looked at Sang Yan's abdomen, furrowing his brow tightly, and also thought—was this child going against him?
"Ugh—"
Sang Yan struggled to suppress her urge to vomit, her pretty face turning red with the effort, sweat dripping down.
Qi Wuya could see this clearly and found himself unable to utter any harsh words.
