"But…"
Xia Ruqing was still a little unconvinced.
"No buts!"
Zhao Junyao cut her off.
"Enough about that. What did Chenchen come here for?"
He changed the subject.
Seeing his expression the same as always, Xia Ruqing didn't think too much of it.
She recounted, in full detail, the conversation she'd just had with Chenchen.
At the end she sighed.
"He really does take after his uncle!"
"How did he end up butting heads with Jingfeng too!"
"Don't tell me he's also going to wait till he's almost thirty—then I'll really be…" utterly speechless with tears.
She was still waiting to hold grandchildren.
Hearing this, Zhao Junyao frowned, but he still tried to comfort her.
"He won't!"
"Out of these children, Chenchen is the most like me!"
"On the surface he looks indifferent, but he knows exactly what he's doing!"
"He won't wait till thirty!"
Xia Ruqing spread her hands helplessly.
"Then twenty-eight?"
"No!"
Zhao Junyao pressed a hand to his forehead.
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