"I'm also in a hurry to get my successor, but I'll need your permission first," Song Mian whispered.
Yun Xiangxiang wanted to smack him on the head. He could flirt with her no matter what. "Must the successor be a boy?"
"If it's a daughter, my father and I can't bear to see her suffer."
They were not feudalistic, but it would burden a girl too much to bear the weight of the Song Family. His daughter would have to do everything he was doing now and more. She would have to face the world's dangers and devote all her time to become stronger and better until she was as good as possible.
Song Mian couldn't bear for his daughter to suffer like that. But he could do it to his son. It would be better that way.
"But what if we have no sons?" Nobody could predict the future.
"So be it," Song Mian didn't mind. "The Song Family has a lot of branch families. There will always be great kids among them. I'll just pick one and raise him as my successor."
