"So I can't have Zhouzhou as my son-in-law?" Song Ziyi said with a dejected face, looking very gloomy.
She liked Zhouzhou so much and wanted him to be her son-in-law, but she ended up having a boy, and now all her hopes were dashed.
Zhouzhou didn't understand what the adults meant, but seeing that Auntie Song seemed unhappy, he said earnestly and seriously, "Auntie, you can't say things like that; little brother will be upset if he hears them."
The milky voice of a child came through, and everybody turned to look. In the end, Song's mother scolded Song Ziyi again, "Exactly, hearing such words, the baby might think you don't like him!"
Song Ziyi pursed her lips and didn't say anything more.
But everyone knew that Song Ziyi really didn't dislike her baby; she was just speaking off the cuff.
