"Tutu had always hoped for a daughter, but to her surprise, she gave birth to a son."
This surprise was probably a big one for her.
Qiao Xi, holding her face, cheerily said, "You saw it just now, didn't you? Tutu and Brother Chao's baby isn't all wrinkly like people say newborns usually are."
Smooth and unwrinkled, his skin is white, and you could see right after birth that he has good features.
He also has a head full of black hair.
Qiao Xi thought their son would definitely be handsome when he grew up.
"Uh huh, I saw."
"He's definitely going to charm many girls when he grows up, and if we had a daughter, they could even have an arranged childhood marriage."
Of course, Qiao Xi was just joking.
Everyone has their own life.
She wouldn't interfere with her child's life.
Who is destined to be with whom is determined at birth.
Fate is sometimes inexplicably wonderful.
