Xu Qing rolled his eyes and then, disregarding his tough-talking father-in-law, continued, "Last time, Mr. Liang was troubled by Feng Qintian's daughter's matter. I'll host a meal tomorrow to treat Mr. Liang, and I'll need to trouble you to invite him."
Feng Xifeng: "You brat, you're treating me like a go-between."
Xu Qing: "You're being awfully chatty today. Are you coming or not?"
"Going," Feng Xifeng said, in a bad mood.
Xu Qing gave a faint smile: "I'm doing this for your benefit, look at you, not sociable at all. Such matters, isn't it still up to me? All this hard work I'm doing is for your grandson and daughter. Right or not?"
Upon hearing the word "grandson," Feng Xifeng felt a warmth in his heart and asked: "How do you know it will surely be a grandson and not a granddaughter? Have you thought of any names?"
Xu Qing: "No rush, my career is advancing too rapidly. Even if I pick a name now, who knows, it might be outdated by the time of birth."
