Yu Siqiao was indeed somewhat afraid of disappointment.
But what he wanted more was to wait for the moment when the baby was born, for the surprise it would bring.
Whether it was a boy or a girl didn't matter, though he preferred having two little cotton jackets.
If not, it was also okay.
As long as it wasn't two sons, Yu Siqiao felt his future days would be very comfortable.
If it were two sons…
Yu Siqiao thought about having to compete with two naughty boys for affection and felt that life would be somewhat tough.
Seeing him not speaking, Mo Shu smiled and asked, "What do you think about this name?"
"It's good," Yu Siqiao glanced at Yu Mengmeng, who was continuously trying to make her presence felt nearby, and his gaze fell on her horn, saying, "Sen Yao."
"And for a boy?"
Yu Siqiao thought for a moment, "Sen Xun, Xun as in the direct Xun."
