As soon as she approached, she could smell that post-coital scent on her grandson... Her old face instantly burst into a spring-like smile, and she pulled him downstairs to serve him a big bowl of tonic soup, "Drink up quickly. You young people staying up so late... has Qiangwei gone to sleep?"
Moh Shiche obviously wasn't in the mood, but he let Old Madam Moh forcefully drag him to the dining table. At her words, he just gave a very faint "mm-hmm."
Old Madam Moh hummed proudly again, "The candlelight dinner tonight must have been very satisfying, huh? I told you my idea would be good!"
It looked like the great-grandchild would be on the way soon!
Moh Shiche gave her a cool sidelong glance.
Just as Old Madam Moh was about to continue asking, she suddenly noticed a faint handprint on her grandson's face. She was taken aback, "Is this... did Qiangwei hit you?"
