In the eighth month of my pregnancy, my husband, an inspector, finally found time to accompany me to the hospital for a prenatal check-up for the first time. But as soon as he stepped into the hospital, his satellite encrypted phone buzzed urgently. The name of the caller flashed by, but my usually calm husband suddenly panicked. He was extremely anxious, and with the strength that a superior could not refuse, he apologized in a hurry and left. While staring at the back of his off-road vehicle speeding past, my fingernails had already clenched the pregnancy test form into pieces. I stopped a taxi with a big belly and said quickly: "Master, follow the front." Oh, this lie is really funny. How could he, an inspector assisting in case handling, have so many urgent "criminals" to arrest? I want to see which 'leader' it is that is so anxious to give him 'orders'.
