"It's good as long as you're well. I'll make some soup for you later. Only when you are healthy can you give me a chubby little grandson again."
Rebecca Quentin gave a faint smile, "Mm."
Mrs. Geoffrey picked up Andrew, who had finished drinking his milk, and said lovingly, "Luckily, you insisted on having Andrew back then, or I wouldn't have this adorable little grandson to hold now..."
Andrew, with eyes wide open, gazed at his grandma, appearing as if he was listening to the conversation between mommy and grandma.
"Mom, let me hold him..."
"Better not, Andrew isn't a calm little guy; he loves to move around. Don't jostle and affect the baby. I'll hold him!"
