"Great-grandson?" Old Harvey cheered up instantly. "Blake, you, you mean..."
"Things are going well between Lola and me. You know what I mean," Blake said with an ambiguous smile.
At the thought of their relationship moving so slowly, Old Harvey's excitement disappeared. He pouted and complained, "You haven't even kissed her yet. I might have died when my great-grandson was born."
Blake was so depressed. He guessed he might have a heart attack if he continued to talk with him. Despite what he said, Old Harvey didn't want to be the third wheel, so he left a moment later.
The next day, Lola went to work with the materials in a good mood. She had stayed up late reading the materials last night and got a lot of inspiration, so although she didn't sleep for a long time, she felt refreshed t
