Lu Beicheng looked up, everyone's gaze fixed on him, waiting for his response.
It seemed if he didn't agree, he wouldn't be able to leave the old house today.
With both hands in his pockets, Lu Beicheng just looked at Gu Nanyan.
After staring at Gu Nanyan for quite a while, Lu Beicheng said expressionlessly, "Fine."
At Lu Beicheng's final concession, Gu Nanyan smiled dismissively as if to say, she had thought he was more stubborn.
In fact, the pressure from Qin Haiyun and the patriarch had not weighed on his mind at all; his response to the collective pressure relied solely on his mood.
Yet it was he who made such a choice.
"Beicheng, since you've agreed to this yourself, we'll all be looking forward to drinking to your joy of becoming a father next year."
"That's right, you're not getting any younger, and it's time to settle down."
