Meanwhile, at the Feng Mansion.
At this moment, Feng Chengjin was gently touching Qiu Zhixuan's belly.
It seemed that after Qiu Zhixuan had filled her stomach at dinner, the little one inside her had woken up, kicking against her belly as if counting down to come out.
Feeling the obvious fetal movements and the sensation of a small foot kicking against his palm as he gently touched it, Feng Chengjin couldn't help but smile with his eyes.
"With such gentle kicks, it must be a little princess."
Actually, many had already guessed from Qiu Zhixuan's pregnancy symptoms that it might be a daughter.
But hearing Feng Chengjin describe it this way, Qiu Zhixuan, sitting in a European carved recliner, couldn't help but laugh, her eyes sparkling, "If it's a daughter, then it's a daughter. You're not a king, so how does she become a princess?"
