"Of course, there is," Mao Beibei was nearly suffocated with curiosity, "Did Rong Yan say something behind my back on the phone?"
But every time Rong Yan made a phone call, she was always there. He was always economical with his words, speaking in one or two-word bursts, and she had never heard him say anything out of line.
Mao Beibei was utterly baffled.
Qiao Yiren laughed, "It's not what he said, it's what the old man himself assumed. That day when Rong Yan called back, he mentioned that you two were planning to get engaged in a couple of days. The old man immediately sent people to look for you, and then he assumed that you were already together. The old man was so happy, he's been joyfully babbling these past few days about wanting to hug a great-grandchild."
"Ah???" Mao Beibei's jaw almost dropped in shock, "Hug... hug a great-grandchild?"
