The doctor looked at Qing Chen in surprise, then at Yang Yang: "You two haven't even reached the legal marriage age yet."
Qing Chen said: "We both look young, but we already have a nine-year-old daughter."
As he spoke, he took out his phone and showed the doctor a picture of Jinguji Maki: "Isn't she cute?"
"Oh..." The doctor didn't know what to say.
The two walked out the door, with Yang Yang laughing so hard that her whole body was shaking: "The way you talk nonsense so seriously is quite amusing."
She leaned on Qing Chen's shoulder, laughing so hard she couldn't straighten her back, then suddenly reached up to wipe the tears from her face.
"Don't cry, don't cry," Qing Chen patted Yang Yang's head: "Not even a demigod can kill me, what does a mere cancer matter? I already have some plans, and some people have really succeeded. I might not die."
"I'm not crying, my eyes just hurt," Yang Yang straightened up and sniffed: "Come on, let's eat whatever you want today!"
