The old man was overjoyed and emotional, his eyes moistening once more.
"This child was born just over a month ago and doesn't have a name yet. I ask that the Heir's wife bestow a name upon him," the old man said.
"Rest assured, when my cousin returns, he will help choose a name for him," Zhi Wan said.
The old man nodded gratefully. He cast one last, reluctant glance at the swaddled baby and took his leave. "I have imposed on you today. This old man will take his leave now."
Watching his stooped figure and weathered face, Zhi Wan sighed inwardly and asked, "Sir, do you have any other family at home?"
The old man shook his head. "This old man only had one daughter. My wife passed away a few years ago. There is no one else at home."
Hearing this, Zhi Wan couldn't bear it. She looked to Lady Wei and asked, "Mother, why don't we ask him to stay? He can help take care of the child."
