Hospital.
No matter what Zhao Mengmeng said, Kus seemed to be enjoying himself, even going as far as to talk about not getting married.
Zhao Mengmeng was depressed to the extreme. He had already registered, and without caring about anything else, he pulled her hand towards the obstetrics and gynecology department.
"Hey, don't get touchy-feely in public!" Zhao Mengmeng warned through clenched teeth.
"We're boyfriend and girlfriend, just holding hands, nothing like performing some major action."
"Tch, what are you talking about? Major action my foot!" Zhao Mengmeng shouted angrily.
"Alright, I misspoke, honey, don't be angry, lest our son gets scared."
"Who's your wife? Who's your son?" Zhao Mengmeng exploded with rage.
Pei Chenyang touched his nose and said nothing, heading straight in the direction of the obstetrics and gynecology department.
