Zhizhi looked at Yuran very seriously, his face full of concern, "Mom, is giving birth to a baby really dangerous?"
He was young and didn't understand, so he spoke freely without realizing, but it warmed Yuran's heart. She hugged him tightly, "No, in fact, if I think about it carefully, after having Zhizhi, Mom became even happier;
In our family, we have a dad, a mom, grandparents, and Zhizhi, that's a complete family, isn't it?"
Zhizhi was somewhat stubborn. He placed his hand on Yuran's belly, "Mom, thank you for your hard work."
Bo Yan also couldn't help but laugh as he tousled Zhizhi's hair, "You little smarty-pants, you're doing this on purpose, aren't you?"
Zhizhi smiled, "… Dad, if our family's future little sister looks a lot like Mom, don't you think that would be a very happy thing?"
Bo Yan: "…"
He didn't dare to think about that possibility at all; mainly because, once he did, he would find it an appealing idea. Truly, he had been led into a trap by Zhizhi.
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