Lu Junhan just finished a phone call, frowning slightly.
Apparently, he was a bit distracted just now.
He had absolutely no idea how they had gone from talking about something completely unrelated to a topic about leaving no descendants.
"I wasn't making stuff up," Song Qingwan pouted. "If Li Li really ends up liking girls, you'd see our Lu family would have no descendants!"
Grandpa pointed at Lu Junhan on the sofa and snorted, "Isn't there still this brat?"
Song Qingwan looked up and down at the expressionless Lu Junhan.
She couldn't hold back and burst into laughter:
"You're counting on him? Hahaha, Dad, are you really still counting on him?"
Grandpa: "..."
Lu Junhan: "..."
After laughing enough, Song Qingwan wiped away the tears from her eyes:
"Dad, honestly, you'd be better off counting on Li Li than on him!"
"This brat is already 25 years old and doesn't have a woman; even his daughter came to him on her own!"
