Yan Qi saw his Sixth Uncle's agitation and wondered, speaking up:
"Sixth Uncle, if you leave without saying goodbye, Miss Lu will worry a lot. At the very least, we should let Xiaojiu pass on the message, so it won't be considered impolite."
Yan Huaizheng's sharp gaze swept over him, and with a slightly dubious tone, he asked, "Xiaojiu knows Little Xuanxuan?"
Just now, it seemed he had called her Sister Lu, so they knew each other.
Yan Jiu nodded, and Yan Huaizheng then said, "Since that's the case, tell her in a few days to take good care of her pregnancy and herself."
"Oh... Ah? Is Sister Lu pregnant?" Yan Jiu was stunned.
"Hmm." When it came to this, Yan Huaizheng fell silent again, his brows slightly furrowed, as if weighed down by many worries.
At that moment, Yan Qi's phone rang. When he answered, he was greeted with an icy command.
"Let that damn Yan Huaizheng answer the phone!"
Yan Qi's heart trembled as his own grandfather's roar echoed through the phone.
