Nian Xiaomu didn't dare to continue her sentence under Yu Yuehan's glare.
Yu Yuehan's face was black.
He planned to leave Old Master with a good impression, who knew he would shoot himself in the foot!
Now, he couldn't even be recognized as her husband…
"Nian Xiaomu, I don't care. We even have Xiao Liuliu. You have to tell Grandpa sooner or later!" Yu Yuehan hugged her and said without negotiation.
Nian Xiaomu nodded her head vigorously without any objections.
She was tired out and she slept in his arms.
Zheng Yan was driving.
Mo Yongheng was in the passenger seat. Ever since he heard that Old Master was awake and could talk, he had been very silent.
He was even quieter than before, as if he had lost the ability to talk.
"Mo Yongheng, you didn't buckle your seat belt." Zheng Yan glanced at him and reminded him.