Qinglun Has Been Too Busy Lately and Doesn't Have Time

"Mm."

Madam Fu didn't say anything wrong, but the corner of Lin Shiyu's lips twitched a little.

Seeing her noncommittal response, Madam Fu instantly showed an aggrieved expression, though her voice was gentle as she tried to persuade the young woman, "Shiyu, I understand that you youngsters these days don't want to have children so quickly, but look at me, I'm already so old. If you don't give birth any sooner, what if I never get to meet my beloved grandchild? Whenever I head out to play mahjong with those other women, they always show off their grandchildren in front of me and I feel so sad. Shiyu, can you understand what I'm saying?"

Madam Fu teared up and held onto Lin Shiyu's tiny hand pitifully.

Lin Shiyu stared at Madam Fu, who had just claimed to be old. Her mother-in-law's face was even more youthful than a young woman's. She was speechless.