Yuan Ye saw Lu Zhanguo sitting calmly, letting Qin Ximei rattle on, his face showing not the slightest bit of fluctuation. He tugged on Qin Ximei's arm: "Mom, why are you saying all these things? Zhanguo can't go back home because of his work. Don't keep harping on this."
Qin Ximei pouted: "If a son can't go back to provide for his parents, shouldn't the daughter-in-law at least return to pour some tea or water?"
Lu Zhanguo lightly knitted his brows, a bit miffed. No wonder Gu Xiaobei didn't cook dinner; perhaps she had been unkind in her words earlier.
Gu Xiaobei smiled and said: "Aunt Yuan, actually it's not that I don't want to return home. But my belly isn't cooperating; there isn't a baby in sight. When people age, they long to play with their grandchildren, right? And you, Aunt Yuan, you like children too, don't you?"
