Su Nanzhi was indeed very relaxed during her pregnancy. Although her belly grew bigger by the day, she didn't feel much of anything. To be honest, it was Jiang Beiyu who was more worn out.
Every day, he had to inject spiritual power into the Pregnancy Stone. For several days, Su Nanzhi overheard him mumbling in front of the stone, but it was so quiet that she never caught what he was saying, perhaps because Jiang Beiyu didn't want her to hear.
Until one day, little Xiaojiu, who had just returned home from school before Jiang Beiyu got off work, asked Su Nanzhi, "Mom, why does Dad make a wish to the stone every day for a daughter? Doesn't he like sons?"
The little guy's expression seemed like he was about to cry in grievance.
Su Nanzhi thought: Jiang Beiyu, you're really wreaking havoc.
"Xiaojiu, do you think Dad doesn't like you?" Su Nanzhi patted the little fox on the head.
Xiaojiu shook his head. "Dad is great."
