"What's so embarrassing? Unless you don't want to rush to have a grandchild." Ou Shihua pointed out her internal conflict with a sentence.
Ou Chunhua feared he might see through something, so she sat down angrily and pretended to be calm, saying, "It's almost time to eat. If we don't have someone remind them first—"
"Why bother, what time is it? If you're hungry, you can eat first. Anyway, I'm not hungry, and my son probably isn't hungry either," Ou Shihua replied breezily.
Ou Chunhua opened her mouth: "Tonight is the New Year's Eve dinner!"
"So what? Is it more important than having a grandchild?" Ou Shihua was indifferent, refrained from arguing with her, and walked away, instructing people not to disturb the young couple upstairs no matter what happens.
Ou Chunhua sat on the sofa, clenching her fist tightly: This damn spy Gu Nuan, is she planning to seduce with her beauty now?
