Li Xianglu rolled her eyes, a smile curling up at the corners of her mouth.
Then, beaming, she turned to the woman beside her and asked, "Auntie, is this a boy or a girl?"
When speaking, Li Xianglu deliberately included some local dialect, giving off an earthy vibe.
Upon hearing this, the woman first anxiously glanced at the man beside her. Seeing that he was looking down, she then answered, "It's a boy. It's troublesome having such a young one at my age."
Li Xianglu tensed up upon hearing it was a boy; her suspicions increased.
In this era, the preference for boys over girls was particularly severe. If traffickers were selling people, they would definitely prioritize boys, as they fetched a higher price.
With this in mind, Li Xianglu cheerfully said, "A boy, how wonderful. My brother's wife is also pregnant and showing quite a bit. Everyone says it's going to be a girl. My brother is so worried, but who knows whether the old wives' tale is true or not?"
