On the other side, in the villa.

Nora Smith sat in the room, nibbling his finger gently, looking at the servant outside the door, and sweeping himself from time to time.

She felt a little dissatisfied. It was nothing to raise a baby. To send her to a place where she couldn't go anywhere, and there were so many servants, which simply imprisoned her.

Thinking of Asher Hawn's awkward appearance that day, Nora Smith seemed to think of something.

She touched her flat lower abdomen. It's only a month now, and naturally she won't have much belly.

However, what kind of fetus makes Mr. Huo so careful.

She took a...