Jin Lin put on a stern face and assumed a self-righteous elder's demeanor. "I'm not anxious about what you're carrying, I'm thinking about you and Shi Yuhuan. Of course, it's better if your first child is a boy."
"Can't I wish for a daughter?" Song Qinghuan's expression darkened somewhat.
"Sure, I'm not saying no. It's just that I think it's better if your first child is a boy. I tell you, if you keep wishing for a girl, you'll end up having one," Jin Lin replied nonchalantly.
Song Qinghuan's temples pulsed, and she glared at Jin Lin as if she could devour her. Unable to contain her pent-up rage any longer, she said, "What I choose to bear is my business. Why are you meddling? I'm telling you, as a pregnant woman, I must not get angry. If you provoke me again, I'll call Shi Yuhuan and ask him to have you sent back."
"Let it be a girl then." Upon the mention of Shi Yuhuan, Jin Lin arrogantly turned her head away.
