Gu Xinzhou naturally thought so.
Moreover, the more daughters, the better. Both she and Song Zhen preferred daughters over sons.
"But," Gu Xinzhou carefully looked up, staring at Song Zhen: "What if it turns out to be a stinky boy?"
Song Zhen: "..."
His expression quickly changed from anticipation to disdain, even showing some resistance.
Gu Xinzhou kept blinking, waiting for his answer.
After thinking for a moment, he said: "I believe the heavens won't be so cruel to us."
Gu Xinzhou laughed: "What if? What if it's a son?"
Song Zhen: "..."
Gu Xinzhou: "I'm the type that tends to have twins, what if I have twin sons?"
Song Zhen: "..."
This question, Song Zhen had no way to answer.
After lunch, Gu Xinzhou returned to the company, while he directly returned to Zhenyuan, because his parents were back from abroad. He thought he should go home earlier to chat with them, play some chess, and walk the dog.
