"\"What did you say? Impossible!\"" Lu Zhaodi propped up her upper body, bellowed, and her eyes were bloodshot.
It was hotter during the day, and after struggling to give birth, sweat soaked her hair, which clung in strands to her scalp and cheeks. At this moment, Lu Zhaodi, still reeking of postpartum blood, looked particularly disheveled.
Her shout made the baby girl cry even harder.
Guo Xiuying gave her a cold look, with a very unhappy expression on her face, "Whether it's a son or a daughter, isn't it a piece of flesh that fell from your body? Could I possibly deceive you? How many times have I told you? Even the propaganda team has talked to you, right? 'Women hold up half the sky,' those are the old leader's own words. You mustn't hold on to any of those feudal thoughts that favor boys over girls!"
Lu Zhaodi's eyelids flipped, her head tilted back, and she fainted on the spot.
