Zhuang Fanxing shook her head and laughed, tapping her forehead lightly: "You, honestly, are so childish. How old are your children, and you're already thinking about grandchildren. Many young people nowadays don't want kids; they consider them burdens and prefer a carefree lifestyle. We're old now; we can't control the affairs of the young ones, so let them do as they please."
"You're right, Sister. The children are still young; I'm just overthinking it. We'll just take things one step at a time."
"Brother Yan, how can you talk to Aunt Zhuang like that?" Yun Ya glared at him. Brother Yan was great in every way except he was too cold in personality, his words often hurtful. He could even throw a fit at his own mom. It's fortunate Aunt Zhuang was understanding and not bothered; otherwise, someone more sensitive might blame her for disrupting his relationship with his mother.
Yan Song pressed his lips together and said coldly, "Don't take her words to heart."
