As soon as the word "Mom" came out, Zhenzhen's eyes lit up.

She simply smiled slightly.

"No rush. You can call me whatever you want, 'Auntie' is fine, or 'Sister' is okay too. Take your time, we have plenty of time, alright?"

Zhenzhen tried again, her mouth slightly open, but the sound was stuck deep inside.

It wasn't that he didn't want to shout, but rather that he desperately wanted to.

It's been such a long, long time since I've used that word.

Su Qingzhi didn't say anything more, but stood up and took Zhouzhou's little hand.

"Zhouzhou, how about taking your brother to play with building blocks?"

Zhouzhou nodded obediently, stretched out her chubby little hand, and held Zhenzhen's cold fingers.

Zhenzhen hesitated for a moment, but ultimately did not break free.

Su Qingzhi watched them walk away before gently raising her hand and wiping her face with her sleeve.

She raised her head and her gaze fell on He Zaizhou, who was not far away.

"Factory manager, I'll need your help with the adoption procedures later. I know the process is complicated, but I want to get Zhenzhen's household registration and guardianship settled as soon as possible so he can truly feel at ease."

He Zaizhou turned around and almost bumped into the wall behind him.

He still had his back to her, his shoulders and back slightly tense, and he raised his right hand and waved.

"Okay, I understand. I'll take care of it when I get back."

He stepped toward the door, but just as he grasped the doorknob and was about to open it, he suddenly stopped.

"Zhiyu, sister-in-law."

“Since you’ve decided to take this child, this isn’t a game. It’s not something you can just return because you find it troublesome after a few days.”

He paused, his tone becoming even more serious.

“We don’t expect you to treat him like your own son, but he cannot suffer the slightest grievance.”

His gaze was fixed on Shen Zhiyu.