Ye Anran clicked into her email inbox and glanced at it, but felt somewhat uneasy.
Being a designer herself, she fully understood the workload involved in designing these things, and she figured that Ai Zi must have hardly slept lately.
But that's good too, at least she still has work, and won't be lost in wild thoughts.
[Classmate Zuo, stretch out your golden thigh for Mistress An to cling onto. Mistress An thinks you're about to blow up in popularity.]
[Forget it, in consideration of your hard efforts to flatter, I'll give you a tip! Just get pregnant. Once you're pregnant, you'll have whatever you wish for, and Uncle Bo will definitely agree a million times over to any shameless or whimsical request you have.]
Ye Anran received her message and laughed speechlessly.
Pregnant?
She would like to, but how?!
His health hasn't been good lately, and they haven't done the deed at all.
