Wen Xin's words made Mu Chengxi laugh softly. He hugged Wen Xin tighter, saying, 'I haven't even had the pleasure, and you're already thinking about great-grandchildren. Aren't you getting a little ahead of yourself? Little girl, you're still young. Let's not worry about great-grandchildren just yet.'
Mu Chengxi's voice was filled with affection. In his eyes, Wen Xin was just a young girl. Despite his uncontrollable desire, the thought of having children had truly never crossed his mind. He couldn't bear the thought of her enduring pain.
Especially after witnessing Qin Qiong's condition being wheeled out of the surgery room at the hospital today, he didn't see childbirth as particularly desirable.
After Wen Xin warmed up a bit, she looked up at Mu Chengxi, 'What were you up to? Why did you come back so late?'
