Caught red-handed, Qiao Ling calmed down instead of panicking.
She slightly raised her chin, arrogantly and generously admitting, "That's right, I have indeed been taking it all along."
"You don't want to have children?"
"Is there even a need to ask?" Qiao Ling turned around and sat back on the bed, looking at him as she said, "Do you think we are fit to have a child together? We've talked about this before, haven't we?"
"Hmm, alright then, don't have any. I'll find someone to be a surrogate, and don't say I didn't give you face by that time."
Li Shaoxian hurled the medicine bottle at her fiercely, "Then keep taking them, even if you want to have a child later, don't give birth to a child of mine, Li Shaoxian."
Qiao Ling was hit by the bottle, and though it didn't hurt much, she felt utterly humiliated, "Li Shaoxian, what are you doing?"
"What am I doing, I made it clear, think carefully yourself."
