"Let's go, let's eat!" Bo Jinyu said warmly, thought for a moment, and added to Mo Haihong: "What you should be focusing on now is recuperating so you can spend more time with your daughter and grandson, right?"
"Yes... yes, Jinyu is right, I still want to see my grandson be born, I want to tease him..." Mo Haihong was moved to tears by Bo Jinyu's words.
Perhaps it's true that people grow old, every time he thinks about these things, he can't help but tear up.
"The baby will be born in three months, by that time, we must all be there, all by his side!" Ye Anran gently stroked her belly and said with a joyful smile.
"Of course, of course, we definitely have to be there, definitely!"
"I need to go prepare a big gift for my nephew! This is my first younger generation! I'm finally going to be a uncle!" Mo Yangyang said happily, looking at Sister An Ran's belly, and cautiously extending his hand: "Can... can I touch it?"
He asked, but his gaze was directed toward Bo Jinyu.
