Ji Anning reached out with both hands, hugged his arm, leaned into his embrace, and asked, "Uncle, if this baby is a girl, should we have a son too?"
"I don't want another male to share your love." Ji Chicheng glanced at Ji Anning and continued peeling grapes for her.
The way he spoke sounded completely genuine, as if he really didn't like sons.
Ji Anning tilted her head back, pouting in confusion, looking at him, "Don't you want a son? To inherit the massive Charles family estate."
Ji Chicheng's face turned dark, "Haven't disciplined you for a few days and you're getting restless again."
As he spoke, he reached out a hand, pretending to pinch Ji Anning's waist, and she quickly dodged, pleading, "Don't, I'm wrong."
Then she reached out with both hands again, hugged his neck, and tried to appease him, "Hubby, how about we go eat sauerkraut fish tonight?"
The way she called him hubby made Master Ji's spine tingle, leaving him no reason not to agree.
