As Zhuang Lingyu said this, she looked coldly at Ning Yaohua. "If you care so much about the bloodline, you can just be like your brother and look for young girls outside to give birth for you!"
Ning Yaohua suddenly panicked, and he quickly consoled her, "Hey, what nonsense are you spewing? How could I do such things?! Are you still not sure of my feelings towards you?"
Just as the two people were speaking in lowered voices, Ning Xueluo walked out from the kitchen with a bowl of soup.
"Mother, Father...I was worried that you would be anxious and feel heated, so I stewed some white fungus lotus seed soup for you to drink before sleeping! You will feel better. Grandfather has already been admitted, so the two of you must watch your health!"
