"Hahaha..."
Tong Ran couldn't help it and burst out laughing.
See, their son cooperates with her so well.
Chennchenn must want a sister too. Who wants a brother to snatch their toys?!
Mo Nanjue glared at her fiercely, "You dare laugh?!"
"..."
Tong Ran immediately covered her mouth.
Mo Nanjue's handsome face darkened slightly, almost tossing Mo Yaochenn right out of the window.
He carried his son to the bedside, pulled back the covers, and gently laid him down, still firm in his idea, "Anyway, we can only have sons in the future."
Tong Ran ruffled her messy hair, "Mo Nanjue, can I even control that?"
It's not like she decides...
"I can!" Mo Nanjue lifted his head, tucked his son in, stood up, and walked over to her, "Tong Ran, have you considered the possibility?"
"What?"
