The son born is a cut sleeve...
Xie Yunzhen felt worse.
His face turned dark, "Stop talking nonsense."
Xie Yunling knew she misspoke and could only cover her embarrassment with a smile.
Jokingly, "As long as Sister Mingzhu is the one giving birth, I will love the child whether it's a boy or a girl."
Xie Yunzhen didn't want to be outdone, "I love them too."
Mingzhu was the woman he loved most, even if she gave birth to a foolish and ugly child, the child would still be his treasure.
Instinctively, he reached out to touch Ji Mingzhu's belly again, only to get his hand slapped.
"Don't keep touching, it's not good for the child."
Xie Yunzhen awkwardly withdrew his hand, "I just want to develop a bond with him."
Xie Yunling said, "What bond does touching a belly create? It's better to read storybooks to Sister Mingzhu before sleep everyday. The child will remember your voice and will definitely be close to you in the future."
