When Chu Molin heard this, his heart tightened, worried that the baby might really be a boy. He wanted a daughter, someone he could spoil, not a son to share his wife's attention with.
Chu Molin looked at Qin Xue with a bit of anguish. He just wanted his wife to be close to him, and the situation had turned into this.
"Stop it, you're a grown man, and that expression doesn't suit you. It's really damaging to your masculine pride." Qin Xue spared him no mercy in her criticism.
Upon hearing his little wife's words, Chu Molin withdrew his aggrieved expression and regained his aloof demeanor.
"Indeed, this kind of temperament suits you better – cold and cool." Qin Xue liked the unapproachable expression on his face.
A hint of amusement flashed in Chu Molin's eyes, thinking his good looks might be the key factor here. Perhaps he could occasionally use his good looks to allure his little wife in the future.
