"Not envious."
"Really?"
Liang He sincerely told her, "Really, do you think I would be envious of your brother? I dare say that the baby your sister-in-law is carrying is another son. Do you believe that?"
He took the hot milk from a servant and handed it to Long Tianjiao, "If your stomach feels uncomfortable, drink some warm milk first."
Long Tianjiao took a sip of the milk and said, "How do you know it's a son? Can you foresee the future?"
"It's not even a guess." Liang He smiled mysteriously, "You should think about it. Your sister-in-law is pregnant with the offspring of the ten-thousand-year-old deity, right? Look at how many sons your brother's father has—thirteen. The most amazing thing is the gene, you know? Let me tell you, in our circle, no one has ever had a daughter; they're all sons. If someone has a daughter, that's truly extraordinary, the apple of their eye."
