"Why is your face so dark? Who are you trying to fool?" Rui Hui was losing patience.
Diwu Zexuan glanced at her angry little face, flipped over the report in his hand, pushed it in front of her, and smirked, "See for yourself, is it a boy or a girl?"
"..."
Rui Hui turned her head to take a look.
A small ultrasound photo was placed in front of her. The tiny baby was curled up like a shrimp, with a translucent body that appeared delicate and vulnerable.
The little fist was placed near the mouth, as if it were munching on a drumstick.
Rui Hui's gaze softened, staring at the increasingly grown baby in the photo, forgetting her original intention.
Her finger slid down from the baby's brows and eyes, while the other hand rested on her belly.
Imagining the tiny person in the photo as her own baby in her belly, her eyes grew warm.
As her eyes fell to the lower part of the baby, her gaze froze, then she couldn't help but laugh.
