"Why did it take you so long?" Xiao Qian asked Yu Minglang.
Yu Minglang took out several small boxes from his pocket and complained, "I had to go to several pharmacies to find them, but I saw a very cute baby on the way."
It was just a very ordinary sentence, but when it fell into Xiao Qian's ears, who was suspected of having premarital panic disorder, she over-interpreted it.
"A very cute...baby?"
Cute baby = want to have a baby = get married because of the baby!
Yu Minglang saw her like a frightened bird and sighed inwardly, but couldn't show it on his face.
"I do like children, but it's not suitable for you to have children in your current situation. Let's wait a few years."
When it came to children, Xiao Qian became nervous again, fearing that he would mention marriage.
