Zhan Qipei furrowed his brows tightly, a stubborn look appearing in his eyes.
"When did you get gastritis? Is it severe? Also, you absolutely mustn't skip meals because of work anymore. I will monitor you. I'll call you during your lunch break, or you can send me a photo of your lunch on time."
He could not let this happen again.
Qiao Jing slightly furrowed her brows, her red lips parting lightly.
"I got gastritis because I didn't eat on time due to being busy with work. As long as I eat on schedule, it won't hurt."
After saying this, she stretched out her hand and gently touched her slightly protruding belly, feeling a sense of guilt.
She had been too absorbed in her work today, forgetting that she was now eating for four.
If she didn't eat, the three babies in her belly would also go hungry.
Just as Qiao Jing was feeling self-blame and guilt, a warm and dry large hand suddenly covered the back of her hand.
