Upon hearing this, Wen Meimei rolled her eyes to the sky, "Qiao King of Hell, did working make you stupid? Who was it that insisted I give birth to our son back then, and now you want to back out?"
"Moliu is a man, he can't rely on his parents. We should have a daughter,"
"Stop, if you want another child, you have it yourself, count me out."
Wen Meimei interrupted his crazy request.
What a joke, giving birth is so painful, she'd rather die than have a second child.
"If you don't want to give me a daughter, Moliu can forget about ever getting my full attention."
"You're threatening me!"
Wen Meimei glared at him with wide eyes, feeling a bit aggrieved.
How could he use their son to threaten her, wasn't Moliu also the apple of his eye?
Noticing the unhappiness in his wife's eyes, Qiao Chengxun eventually softened and pulled her into his arms, changing the subject, "We'll discuss the daughter issue later, I've already made the honeymoon plans, and Moliu can't come."
