"Mom, there's no rush with the child..." Duan Feixun comforted his mother, "We're still young... Don't think about this for now, if there is any news, I will tell you right away..."
After a few more words with his mother, Duan Feixun hung up the phone and saw that Zheng Tong had only eaten half of her meal before she was about to leave.
"I'm full!" Zheng Tong stood up, ready to go upstairs.
Duan Feixun reached out and took her small hand, gazing at her, "Tongtong, I didn't mean to pressure you to have children. My mom has high blood pressure, I was just placating her... You've only eaten a little bit, how can you be full already? Eat some more, you've been losing weight recently..."
Zheng Tong looked at him: "I already had two bowls of soup, I'm really full. This is my own home, how could I possibly feel restrained? You go ahead and eat!"
She said, pulling her small hand out of his grasp and then walked upstairs.
