"Sister Fu Qiang, we still—"
Wen Qiao was halfway through her sentence when she got interrupted by Fu Jinghen, "We don't plan on having children for the time being."
"Why!"
During the conversation, the four of them had already sat down in the restaurant. Fu Jinghen had wanted to sit next to Wen Qiao, but Fu Qiang had beaten him to it. He couldn't exactly pick Fu Qiang up and move her, so he had to sit opposite Wen Qiao, next to Qi Ming.
Qi Ming felt somewhat aggrieved, "Little Uncle, do you really dislike me that much?"
Fu Jinghen glanced at him, "What do you think?"
"I think you do."
"Then that settles it."
Qi Ming: "..."
That's too much!
Way over the line!
He shouldn't have helped them out!
Qi Ming angrily picked up a chicken wing and gnawed on it indignantly.
Fu Qiang tapped on the table, "Fu Jinghen, you haven't answered my question yet. Why don't you want to have kids?"
"It's too early."
