C370 My stomach can't i run the house yet!

My stomach, can't I run the house yet!

When Song Huai Shuang had gone to bed, the long-limbed Yue Jinnan had easily taken out the slip of paper that had been ravaged into a ball from her pocket.

Song Huai Shuang panicked, she rushed towards Yue Jinnan with her toes raised, her right hand unconsciously placed on her abdomen to protect her stomach: "Yue Jinnan, you give it back to me