What's Wrong With Me Holding My Wife's Hand?
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Yu Anwan squirmed for a moment. Now, Yu Anwan wasn't holding back at all. "Wen Jin, you said you wanted to pursue me, right?"
Wen Jin grunted in acknowledgment, not denying what he had said.
"I want to eat hot and sour noodles, you should go buy them," Yu Anwan said without hesitation.
Wen Jin lowered his head to look at Yu Anwan and furrowed his brows. "It's not good for pregnant women to eat that."
In Wen Jin's strict beliefs, pregnant women definitely shouldn't consume such things.
"I want to eat them!" Yu Anwan spoke each word deliberately. "When I was pregnant with Zhanyan, Dabao, and Xioabao, I indulged in them just like this."
"So that's why Zhanyan isn't in great health," Wen Jin said without changing his expression.
Yu Anwan was so infuriated by Wen Jin's words that she couldn't respond. What was this b*stard saying? It was as if Wen Zhanyan's poor health was a result of her eating hot and sour noodles.