This issue has indeed been a focal point of attention for both families' elders.
After all, he was already thirty-two, an age when others would already have become fathers, and he had just gotten married.
"I understand," Qin Jian set down his wine glass, smiling as he said, "An Hao is currently busy with her studies, and she doesn't want to interrupt them lightly. Having a child is a matter for two people, and it wouldn't be right to impose my wishes on her."
"Wrong, wrong, wrong!" An Shuchao, reeking of alcohol and swaying, said, "I, your father-in-law! To use An Hao's words, I am too foolish and timid, but there's one thing I'm not timid about at all."
"What is it?" Qin Jian followed up, prompted by his words.