Entering the family home and returning to the main courtyard, the family chattered warmly for quite a while. After dinner, everyone finally dispersed.
Once the noisy young ones left, Yang Zhenshan truly felt a sense of tranquility.
"Wan Ting used to be quite quiet, why has she become so boisterous now?" Yang Zhenshan supported Yu Qingyi as they walked into the inner chamber.
"The young girl was probably shy before. Now that she's more familiar, she's become lively!" Yu Qingyi giggled.
Yang Zhenshan helped Yu Qingyi to sit down on the arhat bed and reached out to caress her slightly protruding belly.
"Our little one will be here soon!"
"Mhm, just two more months to go!" Yu Qingyi's eyes brimmed with tenderness.
Seeing her like this, Yang Zhenshan couldn't help but feel an itch in his heart.
"By the way, you still haven't named your little grandson!" Yu Qingyi said.
"Ming Hao hasn't named him?" Yang Zhenshan was surprised.
