After getting out of the car, An Ning found it quite funny and laughed.
'Beep beep...' a sound rang out.
An Ning saw it was a white Cayenne and smiled happily, eager to get in the car.
Yu Jingchen said worriedly, "Why are you still rushing? Take it slow!"
"It's nothing, just feeling a little nauseous, but it doesn't affect my activities. I actually feel quite energetic."
Yu Jingchen chuckled. "Well, as long as there's food, you're always energetic."
"Cough, cough..." An Ning coughed hard. "Uncle, do you have to be so good with words, do you have to understand me so well?"
"If I didn't understand you, how could I be your husband?"
An Ning smiled, opened the food bag, and started eating. "This piece of cake is the best, I love it."
Yu Jingchen glanced over. "Better eat less sweets."
"Clearly you're the one who prepared sweets for me, yet you're telling me to eat less," An Ning said, particularly puzzled. "If you really don't want me to eat, then don't prepare them for me!"
