"Have you chosen a name?" The child was transferred to the next door.
The number of people surrounding Qin Ran suddenly decreased.
Only Ning Wei and Cheng Juan stayed behind.
The doctor stood at the door holding a notebook and asked cautiously.
Reaching out to cover Qin Ran's quilt, Cheng Juan tilted his head and turned to the doctor. "Cheng Xu."
"Cheng Xu?" The doctor had yet to react.
Was it such a trifling matter?
"No." Cheng Wenru came back from next door and tried her best to object. "This name is too random. Film Emperor Qin, do you have any ideas?"
Qin Xiuchen put his hand against the corner of his lip thoughtfully. Then, he cleared his throat and leaned against the door. "Why don't we call him Cheng Ziyu?"
When Qin Ran had just gotten pregnant, he had thought of no fewer than ten names.
Now that Cheng Wenru asked, he casually suggested one of them.