The next day, unsurprisingly, Mo Nuan got up late again.

When she came downstairs, the family was already gathered around the dining table for breakfast. Hearing her footsteps, they all turned to look at her with knowing smiles. Mo Nuan felt awkward and had no choice but to brace herself and go down.

"Xiao Nuan, come down and eat quickly. Don't starve my precious grandchild," Old Master Lu's booming voice called out.

Grandchild? Mo Nuan stumbled and almost lost her balance. She slowly came down, holding onto the handrail.

Hearing this, Zhang Rui was stunned and looked at Mo Nuan in disbelief. "Xiao Nuan, you're pregnant? How come you didn't...