"Husband will want it whenever he thinks about it."
Lan Xin Ai immediately passed this hot potato over to Mr. Xi.
Xi Yemo's brows raised—yo, his little woman was getting smarter, knowing how to divert trouble.
"Little Mo, you say," Elder Lady Xi immediately stared at Xi Yemo.
"Whenever we feel like it, we'll want it."
Xi Yemo repeated Lan Xin Ai's words.
"Don't give me riddles, just tell me a time. One month, two months, or three months?" grunted Elder Lady Xi.
"Grandma, babies can't be born that quickly if the time is too short."
As soon as Xi Yemo finished speaking, Lan Xin Ai's face turned completely red, and her small hand directly grabbed his under the table.
"I'm not asking you about the time to have a baby, I'm asking when you want to start trying for a baby." Seeing that Mr. Xi was beating around the bush, Elder Lady Xi raised her hand and knocked him.
"Wait until Little Ran is a bit older."
Xi Yemo turned serious.
"How much older?"
