"Want a little sister, not happening!"
Just as Ye Nuanxi was unsure how to respond, Huo Beichen decisively gave an answer, "I've asked your mommy to give you a little brother!"
"Ah, why is it a little brother?"
Upon hearing the word "brother," the little guy's bright eyes instantly dimmed, "Didn't you promise a sister? How did it turn into a brother?"
"If it's born a brother, then it's a brother, how could it change?"
Huo Beichen lifted Ye Nuanxi onto the bed, then turned to pick up his son as well. Sitting beside her hospital bed, he began seriously, "Mommy just gave birth to a brother and is very, very tired, too tired to talk to you now. So, daddy will talk to you, OK?"
"OK!"
The little guy in his arms carefully glanced at the ailing Ye Nuanxi, then obediently spoke up, "Mommy, you've worked hard. You have a good rest, and it'll be fine talking with daddy!"