Yuesheng rushed to the supermarket to buy some things and came back. She dashed into the bedroom upstairs, saw Xu Mohan there as expected, and said, "Can you stop disappearing in front of me like a game?"
"Then can you stop saying those things to me all the time?"
Yuesheng sat on the edge of the bed, looking at him seriously, "Let's have a second child, okay? Maybe if we have another child, I won't think so much."
"What are you thinking now? Jun Xiangyi is already married, what are you still thinking about?" Xu Mohan truly couldn't understand what she was thinking every day.
"Let's not talk about her, Mohan, let's have another child, okay?"
"I don't want one."
Yuesheng bit her lip and looked at him, "It's not like you need to give birth, and it's not like we can't afford it."
"It's not about who gives birth, nor is it about whether we can afford it. It's that I don't want one."
