Fang Xiaohui sat there in anger, tearing the handkerchief in her hand, while Song Mohuan sat silently with a drooping head.
He was now so struck that he didn't know what to say.
Song Moting was already loved by his grandparents, and now his wife is pregnant too. The joy on the grandparents' faces was even greater than when his own wife was pregnant.
He had initially thought he had a chance to compete.
Now it's completely gone.
"Xiaoxiao, Moting, move back in quickly, or else Grandma won't be at ease! Grandma has to take care of you personally, and besides, our house is closer to your university!"
After the old lady said that, the atmosphere became even more silent.
Someone let out a chuckle without knowing better.
Which earned a fierce glare from Song Qingyun.
It was his daughter, Song Moqin.
Being glared at by her father, Song Moqin laughed, "Grandma, save me, look at my dad's expression, like he wants to eat someone!"
Pulling on the old lady for support.
