Gu Qingchen always spoke to his relatives in a very gentle and intimate tone. She had heard him talking to Song Ziyu; toward others, he was always cold and distant.
"I have Ziyu to pick me up!" Song Xiaoyin patted Song Ziyu's hand and then took out a gift box: "Ziyu, I didn't come back in time for your last wedding, so here's a belated wedding gift for you."
"Thank you, Auntie!" Song Ziyu accepted it. Although her marriage was not ideal, having relatives who cared about and loved her, she was still happy.
"What about you?" Song Xiaoyin looked at her son, "Don't just busy yourself working day and night at the hospital. You meet fewer people that way. You're already in your thirties. It's about time you became a father; why not find a woman to settle down and start a life with?"
Gu Qingchen served her some food: "Mom, don't worry about these things, it'll make you age faster..."
