Because she had been coughing for too long and with too much force, An Lan now felt as if her throat had been sliced by a knife when she spoke. She covered her throat with one hand and looked up only to meet Huo Zhanting's worried eyes.
"I'm really fine, it's just because I drank too fast just now and accidentally choked, there's really nothing serious, no need to have the family doctor come over again." Eventually, under An Lan's repeated assurances, Huo Zhanting finally gave up the idea of calling the doctor.
"Lanlan, when you drink soup next time, don't rush, and I will try not to ask you questions while you're eating." Huo Zhanting always felt it was because of him that An Lan choked, and he sounded somewhat self-reproachful when he said this.
An Lan laughed dryly twice. She couldn't exactly say that she had specifically called the doctor yesterday because she thought she was pregnant, only to find out it was due to her irregular eating habits and overthinking.
