"OK."

After washing his hands, Lin Yiran turned around and took out the tomatoes from the refrigerator.

Cutting slowly, Lin Yiran said: "Brother Qingmo, is there something wrong? I saw you were thinking about something just now."

"Um."

Mu Qingmo admitted: "I am indeed thinking about things."

"Did something happen to the company?"

Meeting Lin Yiran's clear and gentle gaze, Mu Qingmo smiled and denied, "No."

"I was thinking about how many children we would have in the future."

Lin Yiran: "!!!"

The hand that was cutting the tomato paused slightly, and he looked at Mu Qingmo in disbelief. The temperature of Lin Yiran's face rose sharply.

"Brother Qingmo, you——"

Staring straight at Lin Yiran's obviously stunned eyes, Mu Qingmo continued to firm up his thoughts.

"I was right."

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