Mom is just in her fifties this year. Assuming she lives to eighty, she still has over twenty years ahead. Even if you wait another five years to have kids, she can still hold a grandchild, maybe even a great-grandchild. Mom's not anxious at all.
It's just that it has wronged Xiao Xi, sigh, our Wang Family owes you. Xiao Wei meeting you is his blessing; who knows what good fortune he did in his past life to deserve this.
Mom, don't say that. You and Wang Wei treat me so well, I'm really happy. Jing Xi picked up a dumpling for Bao Xiaohua, Mom, the filling you made is really delicious.
Xiao Wei, it feels like I raised you for nothing, never seen you pick up food for mom. Look at Xiao Xi... Bao Xiaohua said while picking up a dumpling to eat, then sighed again, Actually, I've long thought of it, you two registering might be a bit in suspense.
Why? Wang Wei casually asked.
