Jiang Yichun's mouth twitched slightly. What do you mean by "Mom, don't die"? Kids are just too dramatic.
He was so panicked that he even forgot he knew medical skills. He lifted her wrist and started examining it carefully.
Quickly, his expression changed from serious to elated, but shortly after, he looked worried again.
"Dad, Mom won't die, right?" Little Dengdeng looked at his dad with tearful eyes, utterly adorable.
Jiang Yichun couldn't help rubbing his son's little head, laughing, "Your mom's fine. She's going to have a baby sister for you!"
Little Dengdeng froze for a moment, then frowned and shouted, "I don't want that! I want a brother; I already have Chenxi!"
Jiang Yichun chuckled, "But your mom wants a daughter. Don't you care about your mom? If you care, you'll want a sister."
Little Dengdeng looked conflicted, and after a while, he said weakly, "Alright then."
