Fu Qiang turned her head to look at Wen Qiao, gripping her hand that was resting on the table, "Qiaoqiao, I was inconsiderate just now. Don't take my words to heart. If you want to focus on your career, then focus on your career. Think about other things when you're ready, and don't worry about what others think."
"I'm fine, Sister Fu Qiang," Wen Qiao obediently replied, glancing at Fu Jinghen before turning her attention back, "As for the matter of having children, we will definitely consider it. It won't be too late for you to come back and be an auntie in a few more years."
The same words, coming from different people and spoken with different tones, can produce different effects.
When Fu Jinghen says them, they can choke a person half to death, but when they come from Wen Qiao, they are very comforting.
