After the New Year, Li Qiao's belly gradually grew bigger.
Although it wasn't difficult to walk, the weight of the twins still made her feel increasingly heavy.
During this time, little Shang Yin unexpectedly started clinging to Li Qiao.
Every day, like a little tail, he followed her wherever she went.
"Mama, want some water?"
"Mama, here's your sour plum."
"Mama..."
The little guy finally acted like a mama's boy, which made Li Qiao quite gratified.
It's already late March, the weather warming up, and the little one obediently accompanied Li Qiao on walks.
Shang Yu sat under a parasol near the lawn, smoking and chatting idly with He Chen.
He Chen asked him, "You really haven't checked the baby's gender?"
The man lowered his eyelids, "Is it necessary?"
"Pretending," He Chen mocked with a smile, "I bet you're just afraid to check."
Everyone knew how obsessed Shang Yu was with having a daughter, yet he ended up with a son.
