Ye Qiu gently placed his hand over He Xixian's and gave her a tender smile, his voice low yet reassuring: "Don't worry, I've got this."
Mrs. He keenly sensed something was off, and once a thought connected in her mind, she opened her mouth wide: "Xianxian, are you...?"
"Are you what?" Mr. He was more absent-minded; he didn't catch the implication of his wife's words nor notice anything unusual about their daughter or son-in-law.
"Are you expecting?" Mrs. He asked in a whisper, as though speaking louder would scare away the baby in her stomach.
He Xixian shyly lowered her head, the blush on her face deepening: "We're not sure yet, we haven't had time to check, but I'm a few days late this month."
Now even as careless as he was, Mr. He understood the implication. He never thought that not even at fifty, he would be a grandfather!
