Aunt Tong was worried, "It takes having a child to make things lively. Is Mr. Mo and Ms. Gu still not planning to have children?"
Aunt Zhou raised a finger to her lips, signaling silence. She glanced around, seeing no one, continued, "The elder young master does want to have kids, but he just reconciled with his wife not long ago, it seems it's still early."
Aunt Tong looked at the black Maybach slowly driving away not far away, lowered her voice and said, "Mr. Mo isn't young anymore. People his age might have already had three, four, or five children. Isn't he anxious?"
"What's the use of being anxious? That ancestor disagrees. Ah, it boils down to the wife's ruthless actions back then."
"What do you mean?" Aunt Tong, sensing an inside story, eagerly inquired.
Aunt Zhou seemed to realize she had let something slip, quickly covering her mouth and changing her words, "Nothing, nothing. Just forget it."
