At that moment, An Fu had also come to his senses and said anxiously, "Xiao Lan, what do you mean by saying these things? You may be angry with me if you must, but do not say such things. We've always had a good relationship, and I don't want to take a concubine and upset you, but isn't it because you have not borne me a son to continue the family line? I have no choice. You can't expect me to just end the family line, can you?"
Before Shi Xiaolan could speak, An Jing burst out laughing in anger, "Xiao Lan isn't even twenty, there are women who can still have children in their forties or fifties. How can you assume your line will end? Maybe Xiao Lan will bear you a son in the future!"
An Fu hung his head in shame.
