Yan Ting shrugged his shoulders, wearing an expression that invited a punch. He said, "If heaven could bless me with a daughter, I would love her even more than I said earlier. I'd spoil her rotten and make her the happiest little angel."
"Then I really hope heaven won't give you a daughter, so she won't end up so spoiled that she turns into a little tyrant."
"Gu Qianxi, personal attacks aren't allowed. I'm definitely going to have both a son and a daughter in this lifetime." Yan Ting immediately shot him a stern look.
Gu Qianxi immediately admitted his fault, "Yes, yes, I was wrong. Right now, I feel this unbearable sense of helplessness—being stuck between a rock and a hard place. I can't let go of Keke, but I also don't dare to take things further with her. I'd rather bury myself in work all day than deal with these damn emotions. They're killing me."
