“If I’m not mistaken, your surname should be Mo,” a voice said.

Mo Nuan looked up to see Ji Yingyu, dressed in the tailored suit jacket and skirt she had picked out a few days ago. With silver heels that added a few inches to her height, Ji Yingyu appeared polished and confident, a gentle smile gracing her lips as she looked at Mo Zixi.

Mo Zixi furrowed her brow, confusion evident on her face. “Who are you?”

“I’m just a psychological counselor. If I’m reading the situation right, Miss Mo, you’re quite anxious about your unborn child,” Ji Yingyu replied, her gaze focused on Mo Zixi’s belly, where her...