Zhan Hanjue immediately grasped Ningwan's hand upon hearing she wanted to leave.
He was about to speak.
Old Mrs. Zhan hurriedly interjected, "Who said you could leave? I'm not trying to chase you away."
"Then what do you mean?" Ningwan asked cautiously.
Old Mrs. Zhan sighed, contemplating how to broach the subject with her.
Finally, she sternly rebuked Zhan Hanjue, "Hanjue, you're a few years older than her. Even if you lack experience, you should have common sense. She's pregnant, and during the early stages of pregnancy, you both need to be mindful of everything. You can't just fool around. Tomorrow morning, you both will go to a place I've registered for you, to learn a thing or two."
Ningwan and Zhan Hanjue: "..."
The two exchanged puzzled glances.
What is this old lady implying?
Both felt like they understood somewhat but also that they were entirely clueless.
Old Mrs. Zhan looked at their expressions and sighed in resignation.
