"So what, at worst, I'll have a daughter." Seeing Ling Chen's eyes widen, Tang Yuan quickly added, "Okay, okay, I'll stop joking. I've looked online for houses, but there aren't any suitable listings at the moment. They're either too expensive or too cheap with a bad environment. Let's make do in a hotel for a few days and see how things go."
Ling Chen didn't say anything more and collapsed onto the bed.
Remembering his conversation with Tang Shiyun at school, he felt uncomfortable. Since his arrival in East Sea City, Tang Shiyun was the first friend he made. Although they had only known each other for a few months, he highly valued her place in his heart. For someone like him, who had lived through gunfire and treachery, he had very few true friends besides his comrades.
Tang Shiyun was probably the first ordinary friend he had made, which was quite special to him. Moreover, Tang Shiyun's personality also attracted him.