As if she had seen through what Joy was thinking... the smile on Zhao Youlin's lips became more and more pronounced. "Yes, they'll becoming more and more similar to Joy. They are also dad and mom's baby. So are you, Joy, so they will become more and more similar to you too."
Joy seemed to have understood Zhao Youlin's explanation. His eyes sparkled, as if he was a puppy who had just only seen the world.
Zhao Youlin smiled and could not help but reach out to stroke Joy's little head. Then, she seemed to have thought of something. "Joy, you once said that you'd like a baby brother, but not a baby sister. What about now? If it's a sister?"
Joy was confused for a moment. His hand was still on Zhao Youlin's stomach. His small face was wrinkled as if he had encountered a big problem that could not be solved.
Zhao Youlin did not point it out. She just looked at her youngest son with great interest.
