Without thinking too much, Cheng Shu simply put the child in her arms and carried her upstairs: "Since you're free right now, can you hold him for a bit while I go make him some formula?"
Yang Qingheng didn't mind at all and followed her upstairs.
The door suddenly opened, startling Mingyu, who instinctively put his hands behind his back.
"Why are you making such a fuss? I looked for you twice and couldn't find you. The baby is crying from hunger." Cheng Shu glared at him.
Mingyu looked embarrassed and quickly took the baby bottle from the table: "I'm going to use the restroom when I get back, I'll go make the formula right away."
His palms were sweating, soaking the crumpled paper he was holding. Afraid that Cheng Shu would notice something was wrong, he quickly took the baby bottle to the bathroom to wash it.
He breathed a sigh of relief after closing the bathroom door. Looking at the invitation in his hand, he snorted and threw it into the trash can next to him with disdain.
The invitation card prominently displays the three large characters "Song Hengjue".
Mingyu washed the baby bottle a few times, but still felt unsatisfied, so he kicked the trash can on the ground again.
That bastard, he wants to attend his son's birthday party? Dream on!
If that shameless bastard gets into this house today, I'll change his name!
Outside the door, Song Hengjue looked at the phone that had been hung up again, a hint of disappointment flashing in his eyes.
"Don't be so sad here. I've heard that Yang Qingheng went in a long time ago. She's married, so it's no wonder she can't see you in this kind of situation." Fang Nan couldn't stand his half-dead state and retorted, pushing him inside.
"I know, you have to tell me."
Song Hengjue handed the invitation to the doorman and turned to go inside.
"Wait!" the doorman shouted, rushing over to stop him. "You can't go in!"
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