Yang Fan's right hand trembled, and the direction of a playing card misaligned slightly, landing at the edge of the table.
What the hell!
Just because we slept together once, you guys start pushing us to get married?
Ling Shuiling's face turned red as she listened: "Mom, this is between the two of us, can you meddle a little less?"
Ling's Mother righteously said: "I'm your mom, if I don't care, who will? If you were someone else's child, I wouldn't care if you died!"
She started to meddle more: "By the way, how many kids do you plan to have after you get married? The country encourages having children now, I think you should have three."
Ling Jianshan agreed: "Three sounds about right."
Yang Fan felt his scalp tingling.
We haven't even gotten married yet, and you're already urging us to have kids?
Ling Shuiling couldn't take it anymore: "Enough already?"
