"It's okay, Shonan."

After reading the newspaper, Mr. Lu smiled and comforted her: "With Xiangbei here, those who bullied you in the past will no longer have an easy time. Don't cry, drink more soup, it's good for your health."

"Thank you, Dad."

Liu Xiangnan said with sobs.

Lu Xiangbei looked at the tears falling on her face, picked up the paper beside her, and gently wiped her tears.

Watching the interaction between the two of them, Mr. Lu was also pleased.

I asked curiously, "When do you two plan to have children?"

“Cough cough cough…”

Liu Xiangnan was originally crying, but after hearing what Mr. Lu said, he immediately started coughing.

Lu Xiangbei glanced at Old Man Lu with some disdain.

"Shoonan is still young, let her play for two more years. In short, you will hold your granddaughter or grandson in your arms before the hundredth year."

For a moment, Mr. Lu didn't know whether to be angry or laugh.

They say he will have grandchildren a hundred years ago. Are they hoping for his death or something else?

He opened and closed his mouth several times, and finally said only one sentence: "Stinky boy!"

Perhaps because he felt that he shouldn't be at the dinner table, Mr. Lu put down his bowl and chopsticks, said "I'm full" and left.

After Mr. Lu left, Lu Xiangbei waited until Liu Xiangnan stopped coughing before asking, "When do you plan to have a child?"

Is this something she can decide alone?

Liu Xiangnan shouted in his heart.

"What about you? When do you plan to ask for it?"