Rong Moyong was a bit helpless, "He's only three years old now, he doesn't understand what you're asking..."
"Don't interrupt!" Duan Fei glared at him and continued looking at her son, "Dudu, Mommy is asking you, do you want a little sister? She can play with you every day in the future?"
Little Rong Zidu blinked his eyes and opened his small mouth, "I want an older sister!"
Duan Fei was amused, "A little sister."
Even if you want an older sister, I can't give birth to one!
Rong Moyong also smiled and said, "I told you, he's still young, he doesn't understand what you're asking."
Who knew Rong Zidu would shout again, "Want an older sister!"
Duan Fei nodded, "Close enough, after all, whether it's an older sister or a little sister, they'd all be born by me, so just say whether you want one or not."
This time Rong Zidu seemed to understand and shook his little head, "Don't want Mommy to give birth."
???
Duan Fei was baffled, "What does that even mean?"
