Lady Li was not worried after hearing the news, "Mother, I'm quite robust, I'll be fine."
Only then did Zhou Shuren snap back to reality, "Am I a father again?"
Zhulan chuckled, "Yes, you're going to be a father again."
Zhou Shuren did not feel the joy of impending fatherhood, his face soured, "But please, let it not be a boy."
The boys in the family were already cunning little creatures, and he hoped for no more. Thinking of his daughter, Zhou Shuren felt the pressure—especially thinking of the hefty dowry he would need to provide. He genuinely did not want to have any more children.
Touching her belly, Lady Li sighed, "Children are a matter of fate."
Zhulan, about to become a grandmother again, was not overly excited; she had been a grandmother many times over. In recent years, with children being born one after another, she didn't even need to say the words of advice anymore.
The news of Lady Li's pregnancy quickly spread throughout the Zhou residence.