Ji Qingyu, who was originally very sad, couldn't help but let out a snicker, "Are you silly? Your name is Chu Tianji, and you're naming your son Chu Tianmo?"
Chu Tianji was slightly startled, and said wordlessly, "Should it be Chu Motian?"
"Alright, alright, let's just call him Chu Mo!" Ji Qingyu said, and once again, couldn't hold back her tears, "My baby, will you hate mommy and daddy in the future? Mommy really doesn't want to be separated from you, really! Can you please not hate mommy and daddy?"
Chu Mo, with tears streaming down his face, said, "I don't hate you, mommy, and I definitely won't hate daddy!"
At that moment, Ji Qingyu placed a piece of jade around the baby's neck.
The newborn baby, as if sensing something, actually reached out his tiny hand to grasp Ji Qingyu's hand.