"Our children will live here in the future, and I will give her the best growing environment and all my love and responsibility." Ye Nianmo said softly.

Ding Yiyi's eyes are hot, and he feels that his tears have an irrepressible tendency. He quickly and frankly says, "What if it's a son?"

"Daughters need to be rich and sons need to be poor." Ye Nianmo speaks with reason and vigor.

Ding Yiyi was amused, went up and lightly hit him with a punch, gently tucked in his arms, "What's going to happen this time?"

Ye Nianmo grabbed her finger and listened to her saying that her eyes were full of...