"I feel that right now, it's not about worrying over things like planting millet; you should consider that since I'm pregnant, it's not likely I'll be able to refine Life Light. And after I give birth, it's not possible for him to merge the four planes into one in the blink of an eye," Beiting Huang thought for a moment and decided to remind this man who was already dizzy with fatherly love.
This morning, when Beiting Huang was still sound asleep, and it was still dark outside, he actually woke her up and asked, "Huang'er, what do you think would be a good name for our son? Should we come up with a nickname for him?"
"Hmm, if he's well-behaved, I'll give him a nice little nickname. If he's naughty and doesn't listen to his father, I'll call him Doggy!"
Beiting Huang had never realized that Yan Ye had such a mean streak; the child hadn't even been born, and he was already thinking about how to tease him.