"I say, Xiao Muli," Old Master Xiao, who originally wanted to tell Xiao Muli not to brush him off with trivial matters, suddenly widened his eyes in shock after hearing Xiao Muli's words, and asked, "What, what did you just say? Repeat it for me."
"I said Baby is carrying my child," Xiao Muli said patiently, his good mood shining through.
"You're saying Xiao Xin has your child? I'm going to have a great-grandchild?" All of Old Master Xiao's irritation from having his sleep disrupted had vanished without a trace. Although his words were phrased as a question, a smile bloomed across his face like a flower in full bloom.
"Yeah, Baby just called me and told me so; there's no mistake. But it's not necessarily a great-grandson, it could be a great-granddaughter," Xiao Muli thought to himself with hope that the child in Situ Xin's belly would be a girl. Imagining a daughter as beautiful and adorable as Situ Xin made him grin until his eyes were nearly closed.
