Song Qin still wanted to say something, but held back. After the meal, she called out, "Niu Niu. Come help me carry something."
Though autumn had begun, it was still a bit hot. Song Tingfan put down the straw fan in his hand and then followed her inside.
Song Qin shut the door and looked at her grandson, who was much taller than herself. "There were things I didn't say earlier because I was afraid Qiao'er would feel embarrassed. Now that she's over three months pregnant, you still shouldn't act recklessly. You need to be considerate."
Song Tingfan was slightly taken aback, then quickly nodded, "I understand."
"Good, do you feel overworked lately? I noticed you haven't been talking much with Qiao'er."
"No."
"That's good. Talk to Qiao'er more. It's easy for pregnant women to overthink."
"Okay."
They talked for a while before stepping out of the room. Lin Qiao glanced curiously at them but didn't think much of it, fanning herself with one hand and holding a book in the other.
