Luo Anning recovered from the shock and forced herself to smile. "Grandpa, Mother… "
"Lass Anning, didn't you sleep well last night? You seem tired," Jiang Peihua asked concernedly.
After placing her hand on her forehead and ensuring that her temperature was normal, Jiang Peihua put her hand away while feeling relieved.
"Rascal, Lass Anning, Old Mr. Jiang's great-grandchild is going to turn one month old in a few days. I was thinking about giving them a few sets of baby clothes as gifts but I was worried that my taste is poor and out of trend, so I decided to ask you two along to help pick something out," Old Mr. Rong said, hiding his intentions extremely well.
However, he was undoubtedly trying to rush them and pressure them into giving birth. Luo Anning could not help but think to herself, Indeed, he's a sly and wise old man who used to be a shrewd businessman.
