Jun Moqing replied, "I wasn't that precocious."
Becoming a father at the age of twelve in ancient times was indeed a possibility.
However, when he was twelve years old, he had just started junior high school~
Feng Qingyan felt a bit embarrassed, "That's not what I meant."
Jun Moqing said, "Let's sit down and have dinner first."
"...Alright." Feng Qingyan followed Jun Moqing and sat down at the table, glancing at the dishes before her, she couldn't help but swallow.
After Jun Wuxian sat down, he glanced at Feng Qingyan and knew from their actions that her memory had not been restored yet.
Jun Moqing served Feng Qingyan some dishes, and then looked towards Jun Wuxian, "How are the wedding preparations coming along?"
Jun Wuxian said, "They're almost ready, Father needn't worry."
Jun Wuxian had always been sensible since he was young, preventing Jun Moqing from worrying.
"Hmm, let me know if you need anything."