"So casual?"
Lu Zhizhou's mouth twitched involuntarily—a quite casual choice of name indeed.
Xu Hang commented, "It doesn't look good when written."
Xu Nianlu, it actually wasn't bad, it sounded good, but it didn't look good in writing.
Gu Xiang suggested, not very good but at least better than Xu Boyan's, "How about Xu Nianyi?"
Nianyi using the fourth tone, and Nianlu using the first tone—it's a sort of homophone.
"Whichever."
Xu Boyan didn't really care too much about the child's name, he was busy accompanying Lu Qingyi.
Gu Xiang: "..."
Xu Hang: "..."
Lu Mohai: "..."
Lu Zhizhou: "..."
Perhaps it's really true that parents are the true love, and children are the accidents.
The nurse took the baby to the incubator.
The word quickly got out that Lu Qingyi had given an early birth and had a son.
"Xu Boyan, do you have an issue with our child?"
Lu Qingyi looked at Xu Boyan and spoke slowly.