Meng Fan asked impatiently, "What else?"
The old lady did not speak, but her expression was intriguing.
At this moment, Huaishen too was looking at the elderly person on the bed. He always felt that the old person had given him a complex look just now, a kind that was indescribable and ambiguous.
Was it disdain?
It seemed not.
Or perhaps it was somewhere between disdain and fondness.
It was also possible that today was not the first time the old lady had met him in person.
If she had met him before, he had absolutely no recollection of it! Nor did he understand why.
"Never mind, let's not talk about that," the old lady said, seeing how close the two of them were now. She decided to retract her words and change the subject, "I heard you two aren't planning on having kids yet?"
Meng Fan was startled.
The conversation took a sharp 180-degree turn to the topic of having children, something she internally rejected.
