Medical Center.
VIP delivery room.
The moment Little Adam was born, he encountered the exact same situation Adam's former self had faced.
If Adam had not been there, he might have become another adorably foolish former self who got dropped.
Then Adam would have had to carefully observe whether this godson of his was a transmigrator.
But even if he was not a transmigrator, he was still the strongest result of the butterfly effect caused by Adam's transmigration.
After all, in the original timeline, Chandler and Monica had not had this biologically related son.
Adam Jack Bing—the name Little Adam truly suited him.
"Don't get worked up. Hurry and look at your son."
Seeing Monica instantly enter protective-mother mode, looking as though she did not even want her husband anymore, Adam hurriedly handed over Little Adam, whose transmigrator status could not yet be determined.
"Ooh~"
Monica took him with both hands, cradled him in her arms, and lowered her head to examine him. Her anger instantly vanished, replaced by a face full of motherly love.
"Let Ross and the others come in."
Adam nudged the self-pitying Chandler.
Chandler nodded with a bitter smile and walked out. Amid a burst of cheers, the door was pushed open, and their friends filed in.
"Let us see Little Adam!"
Joey shouted.
"Yeah, I've wanted to say that for ages~"
Phoebe swayed her head and looked proudly at Adam. "Now it's finally come true!"
"..."
Adam's mouth twitched.
He knew it!
What was coming would always come!
This joke worked in both East and West!
His lifelong reputation!
Adam could not help looking at Phoebe's Ant-Man fiancé, Mike. "Aren't you going to rein her in?"
"Rein her in over what?"
Ant-Man Mike shrugged with a smile. "I like Phoebe this way. Besides, just like