"Wow!" Mo Shu put on a face full of admiration, "Come to think of it, it really seems so."
Yu Siqiao was amused by her exaggerated expression, reached out to tap her nose, and said, "Okay, enough with your performance."
Mo Shu giggled and hugged his waist, asking, "How was it, not bad of a performance, huh?"
Yu Siqiao snorted lightly, but didn't answer.
"Ow," Mo Shu suddenly cried out, complaining with a pitiful look, "Your son kicked me!"
Yu Siqiao's attention was indeed immediately diverted. His large palm covered Mo Shu's belly as he said with a peculiar look on his face, "How do you know for sure it's a son? It could be a daughter, right?"
"It's so mischievous, it must be a son," Mo Shu corrected, "and when born, it's surely going to look a lot like you."
Yu Siqiao imagined that picture and felt it was simply a nightmare, "It must be a daughter, it will be cute if she looks like you."
