An Ning's cheeks instantly turned a deep, ripe red, like a fully ripened tomato... not only red and ripe, but bursting at the seams.
Mrs. Yu responded quickly, smiling with a grin that couldn't close. "If you two really like each other so much, and don't know restraint, then when can I hold another great-grandchild?"
An Ning punched Yu Jingchen lightly and gave him a glare. "You... what are you talking about?"
After that, she ran upstairs. "You guys talk, I'm a bit sleepy, I'm going to go upstairs to sleep."
Mrs. Yu watched her fleeing figure, smiling even more joyfully, and then criticized her grandson. "I'm telling you, you really need to practice restraint, you know? If you don't take care of your body now, it'll break down quickly when you're old. And you have to give An Ning time to rest, right? You can't always be exhausting the girl."
With a 'bang', An Ning shut herself in the second-floor room, Yu Jingchen's room.
