Before Aunt Zhong left, she picked up a few pieces of paper that had fallen to the ground, picked up the trash, and left.
Wen Yanqing sat in front of the table and covered his head with a bitter smile.
His Tangtang was secretly preparing for pregnancy.
At this moment, the feeling in his heart was indescribable. There was a tinge of sourness mixed in the sweetness. It was full, but it was also tearing painfully.
He sat quietly for a long time.
"Yanqing, I'm back."
Lin Gantang's voice reached his ears.
"Tangtang."
"Why is your voice hoarse?" Lin Gantang put down the cherry and poured a glass of water before placing it in his hand. "Drink some water."
Wen Yanqing drank half a cup. Lin Gantang took the cup and placed it on the table. Then, she glanced at the test report on the table.
Why was it here? Lin Gantang glanced at Wen Yanqing and quickly picked it up, preparing to put it away.
"What are you packing away?"
