Quickly, Luo Xiaoqian took out her phone and searched for Qin Feimo's personal information, but while it listed his height, weight, and education, it didn't mention his blood type.
"It's not there." Luo Xiaoqian turned in concern, "Why don't you go back and ask him?"
Feng Jinglei hesitated. Things were tense between her and Qin Feimo right now, and it would be odd to go back and ask him about his blood type—he surely wouldn't say.
Right, she could ask Grandma Qin. She should know!
"I'll go back and ask Grandma Qin."
"That works. She's bound to know her grandson's blood type!"
Thinking the problem was solved, Luo Xiaoqian was relieved for her, but when she remembered another issue, her brows knitted again.
"Jinglei, are you... really not planning to tell Qin Feimo about the pregnancy?"
Behind them, Dongfang Li listened to their conversation clearly, and her expression changed.
So she was really pregnant? And it's Qin Feimo's child...
