"Dad, you don't understand. I plan to have kids right after we get married, one after another. Aim for having two in three years, four in five. And since we can afford it, you see, the more kids we have, Shen Jue and I will be too busy with them to have time for work, right?" Rong Qingqing can talk up a storm.
Rong Siyuan would really have to be a fool to believe Rong Qingqing's nonsense.
But when Rong Qingqing said she wanted to have kids, Mr. Rong burst into a cheerful smile.
"Two kids are enough, whether they're boys or girls, two is company. Having more isn't good for your health." Mr. Rong, being the grandfather, said, "Even if Shen Jue messes around, you can't just listen to him."
Rong Ming glanced at Rong Qingqing and then quietly sent a WeChat message to Shen Jue.
Brother-in-law, you've got a long way to go. My sister said after marrying you, she's aiming to have two kids in three years and four in five. — Rong Ming.
