The whole day, the room was filled with warmth and laughter.
Sometimes Zhou Ran would take the initiative to talk to Xu Chaomu, but Xu Chaomu still seemed to have some lingering reservations and couldn't fully interact with Zhou Ran naturally.
Shen Cexian didn't talk much, but Xu Chaomu could tell that he was truly happy.
Shen Cexian brought a gift for Erbao—a substantial birth gift.
"I still have some shares in Shen's company. Let this be the gift for this little guy," Shen Cexian said to Xu Chaomu and Shen Chi.
"Dad, the little guy is still too young to understand any of this." Shen Chi tried to refuse.
"It's just transferring it to his name, not yours," Shen Cexian shot him a cold look.
"…" Shen Chi had no choice but to agree.
The little guy didn't seem to like noisy crowds and soon grew restless, crying incessantly.
Only after everyone had left did he finally stop crying.
Xiaobao leaned against the crib and teased his little brother, "Little guy, crybaby."
