Early the next morning, the people arranged by Jiang Jingheng came to pick them up to the airport to board the morning flight back to Upper City.
The old lady was naturally reluctant to let Kong Lizhen and Mu Yan leave, but she knew it was inevitable.
She held Mu Yan's hand and admonished, "When pregnant, you should eat, drink, and sleep more; don't diet just because you're afraid of getting fat, it's not good for the child or the adult."
"Grandma, I know, plus my mom and Jing Heng are watching me, I wouldn't dare," Mu Yan replied with a smile.
The old lady looked at Kong Lizhen and sighed, "Don't forget the old folks in Beijing when you go to Upper City. Come back often. Mom doesn't know how many times she'll be able to see you."
"Mom, don't say that. You and Dad are definitely going to have long lives," Kong Lizhen held her hand firmly.
The old lady smiled; that's what they say, but how many truly live to be a hundred.
However, she understood her daughter's sentiment.
