Then he set down his glass, looked towards Ji Chicheng, and started speaking with furrowed brows and a heavy heart, "Chicheng, what do you think about Anning bearing a child?"
Upon hearing Ji Anning's name, Ji Chicheng almost reflexively paused for a moment, a flicker of suspicion crossing the depths of his profound eyes.
Then, he moved his lips, responding with an air of nonchalance, "Can't really say there's anything wrong."
He picked up his teacup, brought it to his lips, and pretended to take a sip, while out of the corner of his eye he stealthily tried to gauge the old man's thoughts.
The elder nodded, his tone somewhat grave and earnest, "Yes, she is a good child, she entered our family at the age of six, and has endured much to get to where she is today."
As he spoke, his brows locked together deeply, his expression complicated.
