Ava stretched out his hands, hugged his arms, cuddled in his arms, and asked: “Uncle, if this child is a daughter, should we have another son?”
“I don’t want to have other opposite **** to share your love.” Chase glanced at Ava, and continued to peel him grapes.
And what he said and his tone didn’t sound hypocritical at all, as if he really didn’t like his son.
Ava raised his head and looked at him suspiciously, “Don’t you want a son? Inherit your Chaer family’s huge business.”
Chase has a black face, “If I don’t clean up you for a few days, it’s starting to itch again.”
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