"The butler said that if we don't listen, Mommy will have another child."
Han Jun stared at Song Ci's stomach. Her pink cheeks were furrowed, and she looked confused and uneasy. "Mom, is it like that?"
Song Ci quickly shook her head and said, "No, Mom loves Junjun and Miaomiao. After a while, Mom will give birth to another baby and let her love you like Mom and Dad."
Han Jun heaved a sigh of relief when she heard this.
As long as it wasn't because she felt that she wasn't obedient and wanted to abandon her and give birth to another child, that would be good.
Han Miao asked, "Could it be a younger brother?"
Song Ci smiled. "I don't know. It might be a younger brother or a younger sister."
Han Miao picked a small piece of corn from the plate. She used her chubby hand to hold the corn and nibbled on it. As she chewed, she said, "Mom, do you want a younger brother?"
