Fu Chenlie had truly given it some thought before answering that he liked the idea of having a daughter.
But at this moment, realizing that Wen Ran's words were full of evasion and perfunctory responses, his complexion visibly worsened as he gritted his teeth and uttered her name, "Wen Ran!"
She smiled, looking at him as she knowingly asked, "Are you upset?"
He didn't say a word, but his eyes made it obvious.
Wen Ran reminded him, "We had already agreed on when to have children. You're still testing me; if you ask, I have to say something, right? So I just made a joke. I thought you would find it funny."
"Do you find it funny yourself?"
"It's okay."
The man enunciated each word with great emphasis, "Not at all!"
Her face bore an innocent smile as she managed to speak in a soothing manner, "Alright, alright, if it's not funny you don't have to laugh. Let's not get angry, getting sick from anger isn't good."