Meng Qiuyan: "Could your topics possibly be less scandalous?"
Yuran: "This is scandalous? Then, have you slept with Qi Younian? Wouldn't that just blow the roof off?"
Meng Qiuyan was utterly flustered, quickly covering her sister's unbridled mouth, her face faintly blushing pink, "I beg your ancestor, can you just not talk?"
"Mmm mmm mmm..." Unable to speak, Yuran could only make whimpering sounds, then nodded with difficulty.
After checking repeatedly, Meng Qiuyan finally removed her hand from covering her mouth. She hadn't even caught her breath when she heard Yuran ask, "Just don't surprise me by getting pregnant before marriage, at least get married first."
Meng Qiuyan: "..."
Why did she, just now, let go of her mouth?
This statement was quite loud, clearly heard by everyone around, who were now wearing ambiguous smiles.
Especially the biggest gossipmongers of the company, the fatty and Xiaoxue, whose eyes were rolling around.
