"Something you need?"
The man's cold, abrupt bass voice echoed out.
Su Pan'er couldn't help but roll her eyes!
Obviously, she had something! Would she call him if she didn't?
With this thought in mind, she gritted her teeth, determined to push forward and implement her grand plan of procreation, "My dear husband—look, it will soon be two years since our Little Yanyan was born after this New Year! Isn't it?"
In this era, age was calculated in Virtual Age, which meant that a person was considered one year old at birth, and they added another year after Chunfen. So, Su Pan'er said that Little Yanyan was two years old.
"Hmm."
A certain man, who was stingy with his words, hadn't noticed that the fire of anger in a certain little woman had already been fiercely ignited.
Su Pan'er couldn't bear it anymore. She moved two steps forward and covered the page he was reading with her hand.