"Talk about it." Chen Cui said, "Look, Zhilan is younger than you and she already has a son. Although you are a few years younger than me, you should also hurry up and get on with it."
Before the meal started, Li Qian had already arrived at Chen Cui's house, just like everyone else. As soon as he entered the door, the sorrow of heartbreak was swept away, and he was extremely attentive to Chen Cui, saying that he wouldn't have to worry about going hungry with a colleague like Chen Cui around.
Chen Cui's son was already over six years old. Knowing that his mother was pregnant with a little baby, he wasn't at all afraid that his brother or sister would vie for affection with him; instead, he was really looking forward to having a pretty little sister.
