After listening to An Nan's words, Lan Yiqing felt her long-standing worries finally dissipate. She could even envision the harmonious scene in their home once their son's wife gave birth to a baby granddaughter or grandson.
Thinking of all this, Lan Yiqing's eyes almost squinted into slits.
"Nannan, let's go out for a walk in a few days. Once your belly gets a bit bigger, you won't be able to wear your current clothes anymore."
"Okay, Mom."
"Mm, good girl. It's still better to have a daughter; when you have a son, they are always nowhere to be seen. Are you tired? Why don't you take a rest first? I'll go check on Little Jia You."
"Mm."
