Walking Blockhead
Editor: Atlas Studios
Helpless, Lai Rong could only reply on behalf of the old lady. "Young Master, Miss Shen, let's go inside."
"Sure."
As Shen Fanxing spoke, she went up to support Old Madam Bo's wheelchair and pushed her into the house.
The few of them chatted for a while as lunch was being prepared in the kitchen. Since Shen Fanxing offered to help, the old lady didn't stop her.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, she grabbed Bo Jinchuan and asked in a hushed whisper.
"How is it, rascal? Can you give me a great-grandson by the end of the year?"
By the end of the year?
Wouldn't she have to get pregnant now?
Bo Jinchuan took a sip of his tea and said calmly,
"I can't."
His composure made the Old Lady gasp.
"Are the both of you taking preventive measures?"
Bo Jinchuan replied calmly, "No."
The old lady tightened her grip on her teacup and asked, "Fanxing has a weak constitution?"
"No."
"Is it you…"