Xiao Zhang gulped and took a deep breath before saying loudly, "It's not Xia An and Xia Liang but Xia Zhe, your son. He's already married and his wife is already pregnant. You're about to hold your grandson soon."
As soon as he said this, the few people near the phone heard it.
Xia Mao was stunned for a moment, not knowing what to say. This was all too sudden.
Yao Li stood rooted to the ground, her face pale.
When Xia Mao saw her expression, he could not help but scold loudly, "This idiotic boy, why did he only tell us elders now? He made such a big decision himself and even has a child now. What a scoundrel! When is he bringing his wife back?"
"He didn't mention that in the letter, but you can send him a telegram or call and ask him. The old chief wants you to come back for dinner to celebrate Xia Zhe's marriage. Goodbye!"
After rattling off a string of sentences, Xiao Zhang hung up the phone.
