I go north, you go south

When Ling Bei made a sound, Nan Zishu, who was originally nestled in his arms, also woke up.

"Abei, what's wrong..."

Nan Zishu rubbed his sleepy eyes and turned over.

"It's okay, just sleep a little longer."

Ling Bei placed a kiss on Nan Zishu's forehead.

Then he easily got out of bed and went straight to the bathroom.

"Hey, Mom."

Ling Bei was also completely awake. He pressed his temples and his tone seemed helpless: "Is it that guy Mo Ziwen again..."

"What's wrong? You still want to cause trouble for Xiaowen?"

This moment came from Fang Jiaming's bloodline suppression: "I just saw Shu Shu not coming back for so long, so I went to inquire about it."

"I didn't expect that you would dare to hide such a big thing from me?!"

"I'm telling you, this time it's really not Xiaowen's fault."

Ling Bei was a little confused: "It's not him?"

"Then who else knows about this...Xu Huan?!"

"Uh-huh." Fang Jiaming agreed.

Ling Bei didn't expect this answer at all.

But now there are only a few people who know about this matter. Ren Qin has been busy around him recently. Even if Fang Jiaming calls, he will definitely report it to Ling Bei.

Normally, traitors selling information like this are Mo Ziwen's specialty, but since Fang Jiaming said that this was not the case this time, the only insider Ling Bei could think of was Xu Huan.

And with the current relationship between Xu Huan and Mo Ziwen, it's not like she has no chance to meet Fang Jiaming and the others.

The most important thing is that Xu Huan is completely beyond Ling Bei's control!
As Nan Zishu's fighter-level best friend, Xu Huan naturally turned to his best friend in everything he did and said.

Mo Ziwen's "strict wife control" must only be incited to rebel!
Ling Bei raised his fist and hammered his forehead.

miscalculated...

Xu Huan was probably worried that he could not take care of Nan Zishu alone in Yuecheng, so he took a chance and revealed the matter to Fang Jiaming. "Don't worry about who told me, that's not the point."

Fang Jiaming got straight to the point: "I'm on my way to the airport now. I'll be there before two o'clock this afternoon. Ask Ren Qin to pick me up."

"I'll go directly to your place."

"W-What?! You're already here?!"

Ling Bei almost couldn't hold his cell phone steady: "Why are you in a hurry?"

"Why am I not in a hurry? Our family Shushu has suffered so much, why can't I come and take care of it myself?"

Fang Jiaming was obviously very dissatisfied with Ling Bei's words: "And you, Ling Bei, just wait for me."

After saying that, Fang Jiaming hung up the phone directly.

Ling Bei leaned on the washstand behind him with a headache and kept pressing his eyebrows.

After a while, he took a deep breath and walked out of the bathroom.

Nan Zishu had already sat up from the bed.

"What's the matter, whose number is it?"

She stretched out a hand towards Ling Bei, and the other party immediately grasped it knowingly and wrapped it in his palm.

"Mom knows you're pregnant."

Ling Bei smiled helplessly: "She has already rushed over with a 40-meter sword, and she will reach the battlefield in three seconds."

"What?! How did mom know?!"

Nan Zishu was also extremely shocked when he suddenly learned the news: "Did Ziwen say that?"

"I also thought he was the only one who would leak military plans." Ling Bei sighed: "But this time, it's really not him."

"Oh, there's a high probability that our Xiaohuan can't stand it anymore."

Nan Zishu curled his lips, but was not too surprised.