"Uncle, this child's name is Wang Fangyu, and he's Xiao Fang's child."
When Wang Shuqiu's father heard the answer he yearned for, he was surprised and overjoyed, yet also a little confused. "What's the child's name?"
"Wang Fangyu, named by Yu Zhu, the child's mother."
"Wang Fangyu... Wang Fangyu."
Wang Shuqiu's father kept repeating the name to himself, his eyes fixed on the child, unmoving.
As he spoke, tears began to stream down his face.
His Wang family finally had a descendant.
His Wang family wasn't going to die out.
He could finally shake off some of the scorn he had endured for the past year.
Wang Shuqiu's father suddenly bursting into tears startled Du Heng and Liao Yuzhu.
Just as Liao Yuzhu was about to comfort him, Du Heng quietly stopped her.
He could see clearly that although Wang Shuqiu's father was crying, his hunched body seemed to straighten a bit, and his previously wooden expression had become more animated.
