"So what if it's a son? Will my nephew offend him or something?" Lu Yuqing did not know whether to laugh or cry. "Don't listen to him. When the child is born, he will definitely dote on his son. As long as the baby is yours, do you think he will be willing to treat the baby so simply?"
He was her brother; how could Lu Yuqing not understand him?
Jiang Yao rubbed her belly, shook her head, and burst into laughter. It was hard to say.
Just as Jiang Yao and Lu Yuqing arrived home, Lu Xingzhi's phone call came through. He asked if Jiang Yao had arrived yet, whether it was a tiring journey, and so on.
As Jiang Yao sat on the sofa to answer the phone, Lu Yuqing helped Jiang Yao carry her luggage upstairs. When she came downstairs, she was not surprised at all. Jiang Yao was still holding her phone and chatting on the phone. She was still smiling. No one knew what Lu Xingzhi had said on the phone to make her so happy.