Hua Hua sat on the plane, unable to stop fantasizing about having a child. He turned his head to look at Ling Yin, carefully sketching Ling Yin's face, with a miniature version of Ling Yin appearing in his mind.
Hua Hua slightly tilted his head and then started to secretly laugh to himself. He laughed for quite a while before putting away his smile and turned his head to look at Ling Yin.
"Brother Ling, do you think the child will be a boy or a girl?"
Ling Yin smiled and patted his head: "How could I guess that? Just let it be."
As they say, man proposes, God disposes; whether it's a boy or a girl, he would love them both.
"Then do you think my child will be a boy, or will it be your child that's a boy?" Hua Hua's imagination ran wild, he couldn't stop it. Numerous faces flashed through his mind, and he was particularly curious about what his child would look like.
