Ou Yinghan rolled her eyes at Ming Mei: "You don't need to worry about this. It's not for you, so there's no need to be so curious. I'll give it to my godson when he arrives."
Ming Mei glanced at Ou Yinghan's pawn: "No stirrings in your belly?"
Ou Yinghan's expression changed slightly: "Does my belly need to have any stirrings?"
"To have an heir!"
"Haha... well, we'll talk about that later, later... By the way, has my godson's name been decided?"
Ming Mei smirked: "Your topic-switching skills are terrible."
"Who's switching topics? Is there a name yet or not?"
Ming Mei shook her head: "Well... not yet, my dad said to wait and see..."
The old man had picked out a few good names, but none were finalized yet.
Ming Mei thought those names sounded quite nice anyway. Whenever her son comes out, if they still can't decide, they'll let him draw lots himself.
"Hey, would you like to take a break? You've been on a long flight; you must be tired."
