The heavily made-up woman was finally driven away by Wang Dayong, his face a dark shade of iron blue.
Mu Jinyu found a chair to sit on, propped up his legs, and looking at Wang Dayong's still distressed face, chuckled lightly, "Your taste in women really is terrible."
Wang Dayong forced a smile, indeed he had nothing to say in defense.
After all, the truth had proven just that.
"How did the hospital check-up go?" Mu Jinyu asked further.
He knew it had been a while since Chen Ping's incident, but Wang Dayong had not been in touch until today which surely meant he had been frequenting various hospitals with no success.
Eventually, he had no choice but to try his luck with him.
At these words, Wang Dayong's face flushed a bit with embarrassment, and he muttered, "The doctor said my sperm vitality is low and unless a miracle happens, I will never be able to have biological children, not even through IVF."
