"You really make it easy as a dad, I'll think of my grandson's name myself; you don't have to worry about it." Although the old man said this, he was happy in his heart. Kang Chen and Ming Mei giving him the right to name the child showed the children's filial piety and respect for the elderly, which naturally made him happy as a father.
The old man picked up a dictionary with one hand, "I have to give my grandson a good name, there are still a few months left, I need to put in some effort..."
There was an unmistakable smile on the old man's face, as if he was talking to himself.
But his words were like sharp thorns, piercing into Kang Chen's heart one by one, indistinguishable whether it was painless or too painful to feel.
Kang Chen accidentally made a deep cut with the knife, nearly slicing off a piece of skin, and blood flowed out immediately.
