Chen Yue switched to chanting mode, "Your Aunt Lan's son is a year younger than you, and he already has kids."
"Your cousin is only two years older than you, and he's about to have his third child."
"And your cousin, she's about to have her second child soon. You need to hurry up, we can't let mom lose at the starting line."
"..." Jiang Xu, with a head full of black lines, felt powerless to complain, "Mom, counting it all back, I'm just starting my junior year next semester, do you need to be this rushed?"
"You know you're a junior too," Chen Yue said, her frustration flaring up, "What did I tell you when you first went to university?"
"To give me at least two grandchildren, either grandsons or granddaughters, before you graduated from college. Now there's not even enough time."
Jiang Xu: "..."
His mom's combat power was too strong—Jiang Xu couldn't defend himself.
Chen Yue seemed tired of talking and paused for a moment.
