"That's good." The elderly lady finally felt the heavy stone in her heart lifting away.
Then, Xiaoling showed them photos of the baby.
Though blurry, they could make out the general features.
But the Xu family matriarch couldn't tear her eyes away and looked at them for a long time. "In a few months, my dear grandchild will be born. I've already prepared everything they'll need."
Song Weiyi chuckled, "You've finally resolved one of your lingering worries, haven't you?"
"Absolutely. I've been waiting for this day for over a decade."
Song Weiyi understood what the matriarch meant—after all, Xu Zijin was nearing forty.
At that age, things could get a little awkward, especially given how much the grandmother valued her grandson.
If Xu Zijin had married earlier, the child could very well be in their teens by now...
Of course, that's all hypothetical.
