When Xiao Hongwei confirmed this fact, the living room of cangwu community fell into silence again.
However, the difference was that old Xiao was the only one who was annoyed. Now, old Chen's brows were also tightly knitted together.
The tea on the table had gone cold, but no one cared. The two fathers, who were almost a hundred years old in total, were staring at a spot of sunlight on the wooden floor.
As time went by, the sun set in the West, and the round spots of light moved slowly until they converged into the shadow of the corner of the wall. Only then did old Chen faintly exhale.
"If you're pregnant, then you have no other choice."
Chen Zhaojun secretly thought.
He had always been more lenient with his son's education. When Chen hansheng was young, old Chen had focused on training his independence and hands-on ability, supporting and guiding Chen hansheng to complete some strange and bold ideas.
