"I'm in good health and can still have children."
When Yan Wangchuan said this, Qiao Aiyun was dumbfounded and was at a loss for what to do. Her seatbelt instantly sprung back into place.
The atmosphere in the car instantly became stagnant and awkward.
Her facial nerves started twitching violently.
Her ears felt a little hot. What kind of nonsense is this person spouting? Did I ask him about this?
Moreover, he said it so bluntly?
Despite her age, Qiao Aiyun's face still flushed red in embarrassment.
Yan Wangchuan suddenly leaned over, scaring her so much that she pressed her back against the seat and didn't dare to move. He reached out with his long arm and grabbed the seatbelt diagonally behind her, leaning over with half of his body.
