After hearing Han Xue's words, both old Mr. Ye and Xia Jingshu frowned unhappily.
Xia Jingshu held her little grandson tightly, whom she had long been expecting. When He Xiyan was pregnant, she had hoped the child to be a boy. However, it was not. Now that she had a grandson, she would definitely be reluctant to leave her grandson to be raised in Han family.
The old Mr. Ye, however, went directly outside the ward. At this time, he took out his cell phone and called his son Ye Hao.
A few seconds later, Ye Hao's voice, hoarse and dry, came from the phone.
"Dad, what's up?" Impatience was obvious in that voice.
"Where are you?" The old Mr. Ye asked.
"At home." Ye Hao responded with only two words. In fact, he was still on his way back to the castle.
The old Mr. Ye frowned and thought for a while, saying, "I'm coming to have dinner together with your mother. You ask the cook to prepare it."
