Chen Sheng had gloriously upgraded to being a milk dad, it seemed he had come from next door, and although the child was a bit premature, a 7.4-pound baby was still plump.
He felt accomplished and naturally was all smiles.
Qingyu checked the time, took out one hundred yuan, and placed it on the table, "I came in a hurry and didn't buy anything. You guys buy some nutritional supplements; when I have time, I'll crochet some little clothes and hats for my little nephew..."
"Don't you go back on your word," Xiao Mei didn't hesitate in the slightest.
Qingyu glanced at her with a smile, "When have I ever not kept my promise?"
Xiao Mei just giggled.
Chen Sheng didn't bother with formalities. Given Qingyu and Xiao Mei's close relationship, he naturally benefited, although he had never considered his work or other aspects dependent on Xiao Mei. But, inevitably, he had basked in her reflected glory without doing so.