Father Ye and Father Gong were stunned. They looked at Ye Xiaotao simultaneously. "What?"
"I said I want to have at least two children, a son and a daughter."
Father Gong immediately came back to his senses. He slapped the table and laughed. "Good, a son and a daughter, form a good word (in Chinese, the word 'good' is a combination of the characters for a son and a daughter)! Xiaotao, don't worry, when the child is born, leave it to your Aunt Gong and me to take care of them. Gong Yi and you can go traveling. You can go wherever you want."
"Thank you, Uncle Gong."
Father Ye was also quite surprised to hear his daughter say this. After all, four years ago, Little Xiaotao's death dealt a fatal blow to her. The child would always be a pain in her heart.
Sensing her father's concerned gaze, Ye Xiaotao gave her father a quiet and calm smile. It was all in the past. She had to look forward. She believed that she could do it.
