Wen Qiao was fretting over how to answer the question when her phone was suddenly snatched away. Her head followed the phone's trajectory and ended up looking at Fu Jinghen behind her.
Fu Jinghen flicked her cheek with his fingers and glanced up at the screen at Fu Qiang: "I'm not in a hurry, so why are you? Asking when we'll get married today, and after we're married, won't you be asking when we'll have kids the very next day?"
"Hey, do you have any conscience at all? I'm doing this for your own good!" Fu Qiang's tone immediately shifted to one of anger when speaking to Fu Jinghen: "Your life's progress is already a step behind your peers, you know that? Do you remember Uncle Han next door? He's holding his second grandchild now, and you've only just found a wife. How can I not be anxious?"
"If you want to hold a grandchild, you should be pestering your son." Fu Jinghen replied nonchalantly: "Nagging me won't help."
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