My dad and I looked at each other, and then I sent him home.
In the past fortnight, Tina always went to the rental house to deliver snake meat. She would scold me every time she came back.
She said my belly wasn't even half the size of Olivia's.
I snorted coldly and wasn't surprised at all.
Her belly would eventually be three times the size of an average pregnant woman's.
It was just the beginning.
It was just a pity for the refrigerator at home. Upon opening it, I can smell the fishy smell. Even if nobody put snake meat in it, it was still lingering.
I sat on the sofa, flipping through my phone and listening to Tina complaining in the kitchen.
She complained that snake meat was out of supply.
I forced myself to hold back my smile.
Just five days ago, I followed her to the dark market, saw her trading, and decisively reported it to the related organization.
After all, this kind of animal couldn't be killed and traded at will.
All transactions were immediately blocked on the spot.
Tina couldn't buy snake meat and was worried; Olivia couldn't eat meat and called her frantically.
I was just mocking them in my heart when someone opened the door outside.