"Do you really want a son!" Song Zhizhi asked indignantly.
What if she can't give birth to a son?
Would Ji Baijian dislike her?
Or would he insist on her giving birth until she had a son?
The thought of her dire fate made Song Zhizhi even more upset.
"My lady, do you really think I'm such a superficial man?" Ji Baijian cooed, his voice melodious, "I would eagerly await the birth of a daughter who is just like you. Be it a son or daughter, as long as it's a product of our love, even if you were to give birth to a puppy, I'd love it dearly."
Song Zhizhi stared at Ji Baijian in astonishment.
She observed his sincere countenance.
She furrowed her eyebrows, "Ji Baijian, who are you calling a dog!"
"I was merely making a comparison."
"Who makes comparisons like that?!" Song Zhizhi was not pleased.
Ji Baijian laughed heartily.
Yan Jin stood by the entrance of the hospital room.
