This was the peak of how selfish Han Ziyan could be. She could clearly see that Han Ruochen had just returned from the sea. She was tired and covered in sweat; she did not even get a chance to take a sip of water, and yet Han Ziyan was quick to hand her a bunch of orders. Was it not because of Meng Yunhan, who doted on Han Ziyan to the point that she started to think that it was only right for her elder siblings to work while she was only born to lie down and rest?
Han Ruochen glanced at Han Ziyan. Her eyes flickered as she looked at Han Ziyan's belly, which was getting bigger with each passing day, and her lips curled in a smile. She thought about something and said, "Fine, I will cook something." She did not know if Han Ziyan was pregnant with her good niece yet or not, but she would rather cook herself than let Han Ziyan do it. Not only was the woman not skilled in cooking, but she was also dangerous.
