"But Sheng Yuanchun's parents are still so young. It will be so many years until they're gone, and by then, we'll be old."
"No, I won't make you wait that long."
A glint of cruelty flashed in Qin Dashan's eyes, "For you and our son, I'll make those two old things die quicker."
"Dashan, you can't do anything bad. I don't want you to get into trouble. Boohoo, Dashan, I'm willing to wait for you, no matter how long."
"Xiao Fang, I like you."
"Dashan, I like you too. Can you come back to see me next weekend?"
"I can come. For the past few weekends, I've used the excuse that my mother was sick to come back. The Sheng Family is foolish; they haven't suspected anything and even gave me a lot of good stuff. Oh, I brought a can of malted milk today. My mother-in-law asked me to take it for my mom. My mom is healthy and doesn't need supplements, but you and our son do. You should sneak it home to drink, don't let your in-laws see."
"Got it, Dashan."
