Xia Ningxing covered her lips, answering for Mrs. Xia, "Grandma, Uncle, Aunt, you don't know, every time we go for an ultrasound, this little one just turns his back, not letting you see whether he's a boy or a girl."
"Eventually, we had no choice but to give up."
Xia Ningxing said, her laughter interspersing her words.
"Is that even possible?" Mrs. Cheng was astounded. It felt like the child was becoming almost mischievous. Seeing the young woman's dejected face, she hurriedly consoled, "No worries, no worries, there are still five or six months before the birth, and by then we'll know the gender."
"That's the only option left," Mrs. Xia said helplessly.
However, she secretly hoped for a boy who could grow up to protect Bao'er, whom she cherished as her own life.
After dinner, Xia Ningxing heard that the big boss was also at Old Mrs. Lu's house.
So, she scampered over there.
