"There's one in the belly, yet to be born," Yan Ye corrected his father's slip of the tongue.
Years of being a leader should have imbued him with precision in speech.
"It doesn't matter whether born or not, isn't it going to be born? And isn't it all part of our family?" Yan's father was very grateful to Lian Xinying.
Without Lian Xinying, Yan's father certainly couldn't have held his grandson so soon.
And now he could even hold two.
Yan Ye looked down, not responding.
"Yan Ye, where have you been these days? Yingying has been looking for you. It's inconvenient for her with the big belly. This time, you were too willful. A man should have the breadth of mind and responsibility."
Yan's father had instilled these teachings in Yan Ye since he was young.
After taking a gulp of alcohol, Yan Ye's lips were tightly pursed, giving no reply.
He was angry because Lian Xinying refused to marry him.
