Just as Qin Zhan was secretly pondering when to make a move on Bi Xiaohai, Xia Shi and Bi Xia were enjoying a rare mother-daughter moment at the hospital.
Looking at her daughter lying beside her, Xia Shi suddenly said, "I've been wanting to ask for a long time, why do I feel like your male disguise is becoming more and more realistic? Sometimes I doubt whether I gave birth to a daughter or a son."
Bi Xia stiffened slightly and unconsciously touched the pendant on her neck, laughing dryly, "It's called practice makes perfect, mom. Don't overthink it. Now I'm a son, later I'll be a daughter."
"Oh, you're full of nonsense," Xia Shi rolled her eyes at Bi Xia. Her gaze shifted to Bi Xia's chest, noticing its flatness. Xia Shi couldn't help but frown, "Xiaxia, since Yuanyuan already knows you're his sister, take off the chest binder when we get home. It will affect your chest development."
Bi Xia: ...
