Elder Mrs. Cheng patted her smooth, white hands with gratification, smiling kindly: "You're thoughtful, next time just ring the doorbell, don't hurt your hands by knocking."
"I was afraid that you might be resting and ringing the doorbell would wake you up?"
Looking at the considerate Liu Yiyi, Elder Mrs. Cheng couldn't help but think of Shen Lan, who was also a good daughter-in-law, but didn't get along with Cheng Yanqing. After all these years, there had been no sign of pregnancy.
As Elder Mrs. Cheng had gotten older, she longed more than ever to hold a great-grandchild. For an old person, the scene of four generations living together must be a dream come true. To see her great-grandson or great-granddaughter before she died would mean she had no regrets in life.
She wondered how Cheng Yanqing and Shen Lan were doing in their discussions. Was Shen Lan willing to have a child?
The more she thought about it, the more frustrated she felt, Elder Mrs. Cheng couldn't help but sigh.
