Jiang Wanqiu was utterly dissatisfied upon hearing this, "How could you not get married? When your father was your age, your older brother could already 'fetch soy sauce'."
Xue Lingqing said indifferently, "I don't envy that."
"If you don't envy him, I do. Li Qiao's grandmother already said she'll be able to hold a great-grandchild next year. Isn't it lively to have a child at home? Can't I at least hold a grandchild, if not a great-grandchild? Give me one to look after." Jiang Wanqiu brought up Li Qiao having a child on purpose, trying to gauge his attitude.
If he really had feelings for Li Qiao, continuously mentioning it, he would surely give himself away.
Xue Lingqing remained calm, "I've hardly seen you take care of your nieces and nephews when they were little. If you really want to look after children, wait for Li Qiao to have hers and then volunteer to be a nanny; there's no need to rush me."
