Mo Shiting calmly answered: "Going to bed early and getting up early is what you've always taught me, isn't it, Grandpa?"
Old Master Mo choked slightly, "That's true, but you need to step it up now and give me a great-grandchild! I don't prioritize boys over girls, I like both boys and girls, as long as they are born to Little Pear."
Mo Shiting was at a loss for words, "She's still young, don't you think you're rushing this a bit, Grandpa?"
Hearing this, Old Master Mo swung his cane, "She might be young, but you're certainly not getting any younger!"
"I'm only 26."
"Ha, 26?"
Old Master Mo huffed, "At your age, your father could already do errands. And you, don't tell me you're still...a virgin?"
As he said this, the hint of contempt in his eyes intensified.
Initially, it was just a guess, but upon seeing Mo Shiting's displeased expression, Old Master Mo was startled, he glared fiercely, "Damn boy, did I guess right?"
Mo Shiting: "..."