When Yu Ting heard the voice and turned around, she found Lu Nanchen very close to her, his exceedingly handsome face full of seriousness.
He would never lie to her.
If he said he was envious, then he was truly envious.
While Yu Ting's eyes were still exploring Lu Nanchen's face, he had already spoken his third sentence.
"Tingting, I want to have a child."
Well, his words are getting more direct.
Yu Ting thought to herself with a somewhat deflated smile on her face, expressing her opinion: "This is not something to hurry."
Getting married young was one thing, but Yu Ting was only 20 years old now and about to turn 21; she had no plans for early pregnancy.
Lu Nanchen gave her a serious look, then sat back in his chair and placed Yu Ting's hand on his leg, massaging it with his hands, "I'm already approaching 30."
Strike one.
"Many of my college peers already have children."
Strike two.
"Some of their children have already started preschool."
Strike three.
