Baili Xia nodded slightly, paying little attention to Ning Anran.
It wasn't because of the distance she created; rather, it was that she had many things she wanted to do today, yet she hadn't made up her mind.
Uncle didn't want the baby in her belly; even more, he'd said that if she was pregnant, it definitely couldn't be his.
Would he suspect the child was Jin's if she now told him she was carrying his baby?
Thinking about it made her feel ridiculous; her own man didn't even have that bit of trust—so what was the point in keeping the child?
Her mind was in turmoil; where was the energy to deal with others?
Ning Anran sat beside her, occasionally stealing glances at her.
Before the meeting, a counselor would come to hold a short class meeting; it wasn't long.
But everyone was listless, not one person focused on the counselor speaking at the front.
Ning Anran couldn't resist and stealthily looked at Baili Xia again, this time her gaze moving from her face to her neck.
