"Yes! You go!"
Wu Zhihao handed Wu's grandmother a glass of milk, "Mom, I think you've had too much salty radish, have some milk to quench your thirst."
Upon hearing this, Chen Qian almost spit out the milk she had in her mouth.
Initially, Wu's grandmother was taken aback, thinking to herself that she hadn't eaten any salty radish!
It took her a long while before she realized that her son was mocking her for worrying about unnecessary things.
Unbelievable!
The household is becoming more and more ridiculous!
Sons do not act like sons.
Grandchildren do not act like grandchildren!
"It's been over a year, almost two, and there's still no sign of pregnancy from Xiaoxi. Aren't you two worried at all?"
Wu Zhihao retorted, "The two young people are both healthy. It's better to let nature take its course; there's no need to worry."
"How can it be normal not to have a child in two years?" Wu's grandmother was agitated.
