Summer Ford paused, chewing on his words, and felt a little displeased, "Why do you want a son first? At the end of the day, you still prefer sons!"
Ethan Laurent swept his gaze lightly over her face, feeling a bit speechless at her words, "Haven't you seen how treasured the baby and Tanya are? Having a son first means our daughter will always have a protective brother, isn't that good?"
He spoke as if it were the most natural thing, as if, in his view, sons are born to take care of daughters.
Summer was taken aback again, grasping the meaning behind his words, she paused slightly.
Is this a sign of a preference for daughters?
Summer was satisfied with this. Wasn't it said that marrying into a wealthy family turns women into reproductive machines, with all tasks being to produce sons, and one isn't enough, they must have two, three?
Summer's personality strongly resisted this kind of thinking.
