"Ms. Yun, you've never been pregnant with a son before. You definitely haven't had morning sickness like me, right?"
Yun Zang stopped and turned back to look at Lu Peipei.
Lu Peipei wiped her red lips with a tissue. She met Yun Huan's gaze and said innocently," I'm sorry, I may have poked a sore spot in Ms. Yun's heart."
"I just feel a little sorry for President Wen. He's such a big boss, but he doesn't have an heir."
Before Yun Huan could say anything, Lu Peipei pretended to be surprised and said," You do have a child with him, but it's just a daughter."
Yun Huan could tolerate whatever others said about her, but she could never say anything about Ruan Ruan.
Yun Zang's expression turned cold." Miss Lu, although our Ruan Ruan is a daughter, she is Wen Yunchen's favorite. Even if he had ten sons, they would not be able to compare to our Ruan Ruan!"
"Also, who said that the heir must have a son? He died early in the morning!"
