“There’s always wind blowing from any direction.”

Grandma May slapped away Callum’s hand that wanted to support her. “No need for that. I’m still hale and hearty. I won’t die until I see all of you marry and have children.”

“Then I won’t marry and have children. I’ll let you live until you’re two hundred years old, Nana.”

Grandma May whacked Callum.

“You little brat. I followed your big brother back to the office today to talk about your marriage.”

Callum was speechless. Was it too late for him to escape now?

Of course, it was.

He hurriedly helped his nana to the couch for a seat, then knelt in front of her and helped to massage her legs. He asked a little curiously yet nervously, “Who do you have your eye on, Nana? Is it someone I know?”

He was aware that his nana had recently set her target on him.

It was because he was the second born. Since the eldest got married, it was his turn now.

“Nana, I’ll say this first. I’m not interested in getting married out of nowhere. Don’t