"..."
Because there are too many children in the family, Lu Changsheng is now afraid of naming them.
After thinking for a moment, he said, "How about we call her Lu Xiaomeng? Meng echoes Meng, and this child will surely be as cute as you, Little Chan."
As a cultivator, one can ascertain the fetus's gender early on.
The child in Meng Xiaochan's womb is a daughter.
Although Lu Changsheng is not biased toward sons, deep down he still hopes for a few genius sons.
After all, sons can be sent out to hone themselves, endure some hardship without too much distress; daughters, on the other hand, are more liable to evoke tenderness.
If it's a daughter who knows how to act cute and charming, it's even harder to be tough on her.
"Lu Lang, this name shows no thoughtfulness at all."
Meng Xiaochan's beautiful eyes expressed a trace of grievance.
In her view, her daughter is bound to be outstanding in the future, become Lu Family's prodigy, so how could she be given such a name?
