Moh Shiche, "..."
His face darkened, and after a few seconds, he said indifferently, "I don't need it."
Old Madam Moh immediately stiffened her expression. "Nonsense, Qiangwei said you need to replenish. Your wife sleeps in the same bed with you every day, how could she not know about your condition!"
Moh Shiche, "..."
Suddenly, he lifted his eyes to look at the woman across from him who was calmly sipping soup—
Upon meeting his gaze, Luo Qiangwei immediately pursed her lips, sounding aggrieved as she said, "Oh dear husband, don't look at me like that. I couldn't help but tell Grandma... After all, we're family, and Grandma is just looking out for you."
Moh Shiche's handsome face immediately turned even darker, and he glared at her with gritted teeth.
