Old Mr. Allson frowned as he listened to the beep tone from the call, "How dare this brat hang up on me?"
Nanny Daisy could not bear to watch any longer, "Old master, how would young master understand if you don't mention it directly?"
"How could he not understand as a man who's almost turning thirty? When I was at his age, I had been planning to give birth on the second child."
As Old Mr. Allson finished speaking, he felt a little uncomfortable when he met Nanny Daisy's disdainful eyes, "Although I did not succeed in giving birth on the second child, he is still not in a hurry when he does not even have a child now."
Old Mr. Allson hummed and said.
Nanny Daisy thought, "You'd better appreciate that the young people are still willing to get married now."
"Then what's the point of rushing Mr. Bateman? It does not only depend on him," Nanny Daisy muttered.
