Chenxing pursed her lips: "How is it you who lack competence? Clearly, it's my belly that's not competent."
The man on the other end, doing his best to hide the disappointment in his heart, coaxed softly:
"Chenxing, how many times do I need to tell you? Whether it's a boy or a girl depends on my capability."
"A fool who clearly didn't pay attention in biology class. Do you need me to teach you again?"
"If there's incompetence to talk about, then it's me, Gu Shaocheng, who is incompetent. I didn't have the skill to gift you two boys I've been wishing for."
"So, this has nothing to do with you. Alright, stop crying, okay? Think about it, you're not a Silly, are you? Running over to Baihao and crying—what's that about? Do you actually expect him to comfort you and hug you for reassurance?"
