Lin Qinghe's words finally attracted Song Yan's reaction.
Song Yan looked up at Lin Qinghe.
Madam Song sized up the two of them and suddenly held Lin Qinghe's hand. "Qinghe? Are you pregnant?"
"Huh? No, right? Brother Song Yan and I, we… won't, we won't." Lin Qinghe shook her head repeatedly, but her eyes were already filled with smiles.
"Why not? You're young and inexperienced. If you do, there are many things to pay attention to! Have you tested it?"
"No." Lin Qinghe shook her head shyly.
Madam Song immediately stood up and sent the Lin family's nanny to buy some test strips.
Song Yan looked at Lin Qinghe suspiciously. It had been more than a month since he slept with her. He asked Lin Qinghe to buy contraceptive pills. Didn't Lin Qinghe buy them?
He secretly clenched his hands. Some things were like this. Once you made a mistake, you would keep making mistakes.
