Successor With The Blood Of The Ning Family

Ning Xi and Ning Tianxin looked at each other helplessly. Ning Tianxin was a feeble person and would not say anything, so Ning Xi spoke up, "Grandfather! Stop! You can’t be like this! The first thing you tell me after so many years is to urge me to marry. You know what kind of grandfather isn’t cute? It’s the kind that urges their grandchildren to get married!"

Ning Zhiyuan shot her a stubborn look. "Then, do you know what kind of granddaughter isn’t cute? One like you! Always roaming outside and not coming back, and not bearing any great-grandchild for me! I’m already 70 years old today, how many years do I have left?"

Ning Xi was speechless by his rebuttal.

Ning Zhiyuan looked in the direction of the banquet hall and said to them in a sad tone, "It’s not that I want to force the both of you. I have no choice.