Celeste Grant nodded slightly.
"Yes, I understand."
"With our son's current Cultivation, we really don't need to worry about him. Let's just leave him be for now and go home."
The couple exchanged a smile. Javier Sinclair glanced sideways at her, taking her hand. "For now, we should hurry up and have a sweet little girl."
His dream of having a daughter had yet to be realized.
Hearing this, Celeste Grant couldn't help but laugh. She squeezed his hand. "Just wait. It might happen sooner or later."
Javier Sinclair gently stroked her abdomen. "You're right. Daddy's precious girl, you need to hurry up and get here."
At that moment, the Black Tortoise, perched on Celeste Grant's shoulder, couldn't help but speak up. "Ahem… I'm still here." 'These two are so mushy.'
Javier Sinclair shot a sidelong glance at the little turtle on Celeste Grant's shoulder. "You're not a person."
The Black Tortoise: "…"
