"Now you realize how hard it is to raise kids, don't you?" Jian Shichu rubbed her head. "And this is a son; raising a daughter is even harder! A naughty boy, you just give him a spanking if he doesn't listen. But a little girl is like a tender flower bud, sensitive and delicate. It's not just about spanking; even if you scold her a bit, she might cry like it's the end of the world! When she hits her teenage years, you're even more worried, afraid of early relationships, afraid of her being deceived by bad boys, afraid of her being taken away by a heartbreaker—you never stop worrying your whole life."
"Why do you sound so old-fashioned now? Just like our parents!" Ye Qingci was amused by him. "Anyway, you're just indirectly persuading me not to have a daughter!"
"Yes, let's not have a daughter," Jian Shichu tenderly touched her face. "One little troublemaker like Xiao Ah Wan is enough for you. If we have a pampered Little Princess, what would you do?"
