I arrived at Zhao Yang's address and entered the residential area under the pretext of visiting a friend.

Zhao Yang lives in a detached villa with a large courtyard on the ground floor.

From a distance, I saw a middle-aged woman sitting leisurely in a rocking chair, basking in the sun.

Inside the house, a busy figure of a woman could be seen. Her slight baby bump made it clear that it was Zhou Moyu.

I rang the doorbell.

"Zhou Moyu, are you deaf? Why don't you go and open the door?"

The woman sunbathing in the courtyard suddenly became aggressive and shouted.

Hurried footsteps approached, and the door opened. The woman with disheveled hair looked up at me.

"Hello, who are you looking for..."

Her voice abruptly stopped when our eyes met.

"Bai Jiajia?" She paused, "What are you doing here?"

I raised the gift box in my hand. "Zhao Yang is a member of the Matchmaker Association, and this is an anniversary gift. I happened to be running an errand for a friend today and came here to deliver the gift."

"Ah, I see."

She tidied her hair and reached out to take the gift. "Thank you for the gift. You can go now."

"Your father couldn't reach you. He called us and threatened to call the police."

I suddenly spoke up.

"Ignore him. He's gone mad. I've cut off ties with him," Zhou Moyu said coldly. "Now that he sees me living a good life, he can't stand it if I don't give him enough money. He wants to ruin my happiness."

I didn't want to get involved in their father-daughter issues, so I didn't say much.

She glanced at the backyard and averted her gaze.

"I'm doing well now. Please don't disturb me anymore."

"Are you pregnant?"

I asked.

Speaking of this, she suddenly lowered her head and gently caressed her belly.

"Yes, I'm pregnant. My future is here. As long as I give birth to my baby, this home will be..."

She paused, realizing she had said too much.

I tactfully waved my hand.

"Alright, I won't say more. You're busy, I'll leave."

Before the words finished, the door slammed shut.

Another shout came from the backyard.

"Zhou Moyu, are you trying to die? Why did you close the door so loudly? Who are you throwing a tantrum for?"

I withdrew my gaze.

In this world, one thing leads to another.

Indeed, I didn't say it wrong.