Birth control pills?
Fu Qinglun frowned.
"Young Master Fu, what kind of expression is that? Aren't you most clear about what you've done last night? You have no right to make me miscarriage for you."
All in all, even if she was pregnant, would she even abort the child?
Fu Qinglin's narrow eyes were like black ink which had spilled everywhere in fast motion. He forced out a derisive laugh and unbuckled his seatbelt. "Wait here. I'll buy it."
…
In the pharmacy.
The man stood tall and straight, his handsome and refined demeanor made him the center of attention. Fu Qinglun stood in front of the counter and said, "Get me a box of birth control pills."
"Yes, sir." The counter attendant handed him a box of birth control pills.
