Her body was the type that found it difficult to conceive; despite Xiao Yan's significant help in the past, she still hadn't fallen pregnant.
Thinking about it, she couldn't help but feel very worried.
Li Zhiyan could hear the disappointment in Fang Zhiya's voice.
"It's alright..."
"Aunt Fang."
"There's plenty of time ahead of us. Getting pregnant is a matter of chance, and although we haven't succeeded this time, there's every month in the future to keep trying every day."
"If that doesn't work, we'll make up for quality with quantity."
"We will definitely conceive."
Considering that Li Zhiyan was just 18 with boundless energy, Fang Zhiya quietly hummed in agreement.
"Alright, sweetheart, Auntie understands."
"Let's give it our all after seven days."
Then Li Zhiyan and Fang Zhiya talked about some happy matters, easing her worry.
Li Zhiyan finally hung up the phone with peace of mind.
As soon as the call ended, his mother's phone rang.
"Hello."
"Son."