Hua Yuxi's eyes lingered on the wide array of hidden men that mingled in the crowd. So many guards…
When Yang Feng flicked his wrist, a few guards came forward carrying grand gifts. "I wasn't sure what you preferred."
Hua Yuxi glanced at them with disinterest, "I prefer great-grandchildren."
Zhao Lifei's eyes became as wide as saucers, "Wai-po!"
"How many?" Yang Feng calmly responded, the left corner of his lips tilted into a pleased smirk.
"How many can you give me?" Hua Yuxi happily questioned, a fond smile on her face. Great-grandchildren… How lovely. It was a dream of hers to live long enough to see them.
"As many as she can healthily bear."
Zhao Lifei pinched his arm, warning him to not speak anymore. The more he did, the more false hope he was giving her Wai-po. She only wanted two or three kids, despite the policy going on. As long as one had money, they can give birth to as many as they'd like.
