Wen Xuan came out of the study, looked around, and didn't see Li Huiqiao, so he asked, "Where's Huiqiao?"
Feng Wanrou smiled and leaned over, "Huiqiao left, she said she's always troubling us, and that's not good."
Wen Xuan smiled, "How can that be a bother? It's rare for one of your relatives to come for you, we should take good care of them."
"She knows all this, and I've told her, but she insisted on leaving. What else could I do, right? It's fine, she can leave if she wants, we'll have the chance to meet again anyway."
"Alright, Rourou, I'm tired, let's go to bed."
"Okay."
The next day, Feng Wanrou went to the hospital for a check-up. She was well aware of the calamity of not being able to have children with Wen Xuan. It's fine now, but what about in a few years? Will Wen Xuan become tired one day? If there was a child to tie him down, perhaps that would be good.
