"No, no, no, we can't call her godmother. Ling Ge is designated as my future daughter-in-law. If we call her that, it'll be chaotic, better to just call her aunt!"
"You're still thinking about this?"
"Of course, I am. I've always remembered it. But this isn't urgent. It's just something to say now. Who knows about the kids' future? If it happens, that would be great. If not, there's no need to force it. Let them be."
Ye Xinluo carefully put away the ornate box, planning to give it to the child to wear when she was a bit older. After all, she was just born, and her wrists were too small to wear it securely.
Lan Shan sat by the bed, chatting with her. Somehow, she thought of what Gong Shaoyu told her that day, glanced at her, and a hint of worry flashed in her eyes.
"Xinluo, what are your plans for the future?"
"Plans for what?"
