An Yan gently pushed Fu Shiyan, "Alright, the kids should see this now."
Fu Shiyan glanced at the two little ones in the car as the fingertips retracted from the glimmer of moisture on her lips, "Will you join me for lunch?"
An Yan raised her lips in a light smile, the little dimples showing faintly, "I'll set a place with Jinqiao for noon and send you the location."
Fu Shiyan gave a soft hum, "I really want to eat up your little dimples, why are they so cute?"
"It's good that the two little ones don't have dimples, it wouldn't look masculine on boys, but it's different for girls."
Hearing the implications in An Yan's words, Fu Shiyan felt somewhat helpless, "After we finish our wedding, let's have another one."
An Yan hugged the man tightly, "Ayan, you're so kind. I pray I'll definitely have a daughter."
Fu Shiyan laughed bitterly, "That's not really something we can control, unless we go to a testing facility."