Beidou had a few drinks, and a blush crept across his handsome face.
He smiled and said, "How about I work hard and make it so your daughter is the same age as your grandson?"
Du Liya had also drunk quite a bit today, and after talking at length about the clothing factory, her head was still buzzing and in a total fog. As a result, she was a bit slow on the uptake.
She asked, "What daughter? I don't have a daughter. I only have one son, Xiao Yi."
"Mhm, that's what I need to work hard on."
Du Liya couldn't figure it out for the life of her, but since it wasn't dark yet and they hadn't had dinner, she decided not to think about it for now.
She had to go lie down and rest for a bit. Getting married was so exhausting, and she'd even done it twice.
Before falling asleep, Du Liya muttered, "I'm never getting married again. It's just too exhausting."
Beidou didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
