"Hubby, do you feel good?"
"Be gentle."
"Oh, how about this?"
"That's fine."
Ji Luo had just arrived at the couple's room when she heard this conversation.
Ji Luo gasped. Did her daughter have to be so explosive?
Just as she was about to leave quietly, she saw from the corner of her eye that Xuanyuan Ce was walking unsteadily with a stick.
The sound of the stick hitting the ground was especially crisp.
Ji Luo's eyelids twitched. She quickly walked over and grabbed Xuanyuan Ce's collar.
Xuanyuan Ce staggered. "Ah, Ah Luo? Didn't you go to deliver medicinal wine to that brat? Why are you out so quickly?"
"That brat is too weak. He's even worse than our daughter."
Ji Luo said, "Shut up."
If she lost her grandson, she would not let this person off.
With this thought in mind, she quickened her pace.
Xuanyuan Ce was speechless.
When it was time for dinner, the couple did not come out.
