Xiao Ji didn't speak. Mrs. Xiao sat down next to him and took the photo album from his hand: "Son, listen to your mother, stop thinking about her. She has a family, her child is several years old. You and her are not meant to be."
"Mom, do you want to have a grandchild?" Xiao Ji paused for a moment and suddenly asked.
Mrs. Xiao was taken aback, not expecting Xiao Ji's thoughts to leap like this.
"I dream about it all the time. You aren't getting any younger, it's time to marry and have children." Mrs. Xiao continued, bringing up Little Pudding: "Little Pudding is really cute, looks exactly like Hongxing when she was little, clever and pretty."
Xiao Ji handed the photo to Mrs. Xiao: "Here is a picture of her when she was a child."
Mrs. Xiao leaned in to look: "The Creator is truly wonderful, Little Pudding looks just like Hongxing when she was young."
"If only I had a daughter like Little Pudding." Xiao Ji sighed lightly.
