In the hospital's VIP ward.
All the visitors had left. Finally, Jing Yiren could breathe a sigh of relief.
Lu Ming sat on the edge of the bed, holding an apple in his long, slender hand, carefully peeling it.
He spoke softly.
"I just ordered some clothes for newborn girls and some maternity supplies on the phone. They will be delivered tomorrow."
Upon hearing this, Jing Yiren popped a segment of the small orange she was holding into her mouth.
"Clothes for baby girls? Do you know whether it's a boy or girl?"
Lu Ming smiled faintly and shook his head: "I believe it should be a girl!"
"What if it turns out to be a boy?"
"Then we buy more clothes!"
"..." Jing Yiren suddenly thought of the time when Fang Xiaoya had been dismissed by her mother-in-law for carrying a girl when she was her bridesmaid.
Thinking of it, Jing Yiren instinctively asked, "Uncle! Do you like girls?"
Lu Ming continued peeling the apple, not noticing the nervous look on Jing Yiren's face.
