Wan Caiyue's voice was a little choked, "I won't do it again. It's just me overthinking, worried that I didn't have a son, being cautious about everything. I really won't be like this in the future."
Bai Zehao reached over and touched her face, worried she might really start crying, but fortunately, her face was dry.
"Silly girl, our parents don't care about those things, and we're both young; we'll have plenty of children in the future." Bai Zehao said, chuckling lowly, "Our family doesn't have that preference for boys. Look at how upset Ruozhu was for not having a daughter. She must be so envious of us."
Wan Caiyue couldn't help but laugh, poking his chest with her finger, "You better not tease Ruozhu like this in front of her. She's really angry right now."
