C558 The Fetus Moved

In the main hall of the villa, Zhao Chumian was wrapped in a thin blanket as she lazily curled up on the sofa and ate stir-fried chestnuts.

Soft, sticky, sweet, and delicious.

"Miss, there is a car at the door." Aunt Tian came over to remind her.

"What car?"

"Mr. Sheng's car