"Mom, I don't like my little sister." An'an looked at the baby in the cradle, pattered over to Xu Nianhua, and looked at Xu Nianhua's belly with uneasy big eyes.
"Why?" Xu Nianhua raised an eyebrow. Wasn't this child the one who initially said he wanted a sister?
Just how quickly he changed his mind.
"Sister is bad." An'an pursed his lips, his big watery eyes looking at Xu Nianhua, and said, "Mom is hurting."
When Pei Yicheng took Xu Nianhua to the hospital, An'an's little short legs also hopped into the car. Even though his sister comforted him, saying that childbirth was like this, An'an was still scared.
"Good boy."
Xu Nianhua felt a heartwarming sensation. She patted An'an's little head and said, "When I gave birth to you, it was the same. Your sister is still small, An'an is the older brother, how can he dislike his sister?"
