Duan Xingzhou's words were heavily suggestive, and anyone with a bit of sense would know what's going on.
Anran blushed and lightly punched his arm, "What are you talking about?"
Mrs. Duan awkwardly cleared her throat and gently scolded, "Are you messing around again?"
Duan Xingzhou, however, was thick-skinned, "Oh, I'm just thinking of how you guys can hold grandchildren sooner, it's all for you, isn't it?"
"You..." Mrs. Duan glanced at Anran, then glared at Duan Xingzhou before saying, "Even if we want grandchildren, it shouldn't be like this. Are we not considering Anran's health?"
Anran listened to this mother-son duo talking so openly about such a topic, she was so embarrassed she wanted to run into a wall, wishing she could disappear into a crack.
It was simply too embarrassing.
