"Do you tell everything to Zhou Xiaoyue, don't you women have any secrets?" Lu Chenyuan was curious, as Lin Yan, someone with such a thin-skinned face, seemed to tell her best friend everything.
"You men are just the same." Lin Yan opened the pregnancy test box and took a look.
Clearblue, digital.
Whenever Lu Chenyuan shopped, even for affordable items, he would always pick the most expensive version.
"The simplest one is enough." Lin Yan thought it was wasteful.
Lu Chenyuan said, "You're definitely not pregnant."
Lin Yan smiled, "I hope you're right."
Their unpleasantness tonight was suppressed by Lu Chenyuan in his heart, and Lin Yan still couldn't figure out why he argued with her.
She still felt that the reason Lu Chenyuan got upset was because he had waited for too long and became impatient.
Looking at Lu Chenyuan's still sour expression, with a gloomy face, made it a bit suffocating just to look at him.
