"I still haven't named the child; he might not even have a name up to now," Xia Pengpeng said with a burst of heartache.
Mu Xingye also glanced at the child, holding Xia Pengpeng's hand.
"Have you thought of any name for him?"
"No, I had thought about it before returning to the country, but I always felt that none was quite right. Now that I've met him, I'm even more unsure what name to give him."
"How about calling him Xiao Mu?"
"Which Mu?"
"Mu from Mu Xingye's Mu."
Xia Pengpeng was stunned and took a long time to come back to her senses.
"A pet name, Xiao Mu, Baby Mu, can both work. As for the formal name, you can think about it slowly. How about that?" Mu Xingye looked at Xia Pengpeng, waiting for her answer.
It was indeed his own son, yet he couldn't and didn't dare to acknowledge him.
Pengpeng wasn't willing to discuss the child's origins, surely treating that night's incident with the utmost secrecy! Now was not the time to confront her.
