"As long as the person is okay."
Zhang Xiaoqin's focus was different from others. She leaned closer with a sneaky demeanor, whispering, "Dad, is there a red envelope?"
"Only red eggs."
While speaking, he opened the medical box and took out eight red eggs, "Two each, and the remaining two are for my wife."
He was always fair, never favoring anyone.
These were celebration eggs; Yi Chichi didn't refuse.
Zhang Xiaoqin and Qiao Jun accepted them gladly, their faces beaming with smiles. Zhang Xiaoqin was even more curious about the baby's gender.
"A little girl."
Speaking of the baby, Uncle Yaozi's expression turned gentle, "She's an exceptionally beautiful little girl, with clean and thick hair."
"Is the baby's father particularly unhappy?"
Qiao Jun blurted out. Uncle Yaozi paused, "Why would he be unhappy?"
A new birth is a happy event in any family. If unhappy, they wouldn't give red eggs.
"Not a son."
One sentence pinpointed the issue.
