Phoebe Huxley had already accepted the medicine. She truly wanted to give Tang Xiaonan another little brother. Even though she was already forty, she'd always been in excellent health, so having another child would be no problem at all. She had a distant cousin who gave birth to a son at forty-six—she even went through postpartum confinement at the same time as her daughter-in-law!
She was six years younger than her cousin and in even better shape. Having two more wouldn't even be a problem.
But when they heard Tang Xiaonan talk about a little brother with a long tail, everyone froze. A long tail?
"Lana ate this, and the little brother grew a tail… Frederick cried."
Tang Xiaonan grew anxious, and her stutter came back. She didn't dare speak too clearly, so she could only offer a few vague keywords. 'The rest is up to the adults to figure out,' she thought.
