"If the An Family didn't like Dang Yang, they wouldn't have agreed to let him stay with them. Honey, maybe it won't be long before we're holding our first grandchild." Mi Tian said happily. Just thinking about An Yue and Dang Yang having a cute, soft little baby and her becoming a grandmother made her excited. She wished An Yue could give birth to a little dumpling for them to play with tomorrow...
Oh, no, not for them to play with, for them to take care of.
Dang Kuang: "..."
Holding a grandchild.
This kind of thing, he hadn't even considered.
As a middle-aged straight man, Dang Kuang felt he was still young. He was only fifty, and sometimes when he went out to socialize, those young and pretty girls still called him "big brother." He always thought that taking care of grandchildren was something for after sixty or seventy.
Turns out, he'd be doing it so soon?
