"How old are you? You could have four or five more."
"I'm not a pig."
"... Your daughter always speaks nonsense. What pig? Even a sow has at least two or three in a litter."
"... "
"Seriously, are you going to have more or not? If you're worried about being tired, your dad and I can help you with the kids."
"No, no more."
"Why not? More kids, more lively."
"... Why don't you ask Tingfan if he wants more?"
Lin Qiao covered her ears and then ran off as if fleeing. Li Guifen: "..."
She found her son-in-law playing with the child, "Yu'er, let Granny hold you." She said, holding the child.
The little girl looked like a porcelain doll, even prettier than Lin Qiao when she was little.
Still, it was the result of her son-in-law's good care.
"Tingfan, cough, Qiao'er said she wants to have another child, so let me ask what you think."
Song Tingfan immediately guessed that Lin Qiao didn't say this. He shook his head, "No more."
