Meng Chuan had not agreed to take Chu Feng as his godson just yet.
For one thing, this was no small matter for the Chu family, and Chu Zhiyuan could not decide it alone.
In fact, the person who truly had the final say was Wang Jing...
Besides, Meng Chuan was no longer particularly eager to get involved with protagonists like this one.
At his current standing and strength, he had no need to rely on protagonists to make himself look impressive.
He would wait until Chu Feng was older and see.
He was on good terms with Chu Zhiyuan and Wang Jing, and he could tell their relationship would only grow closer.
If Chu Feng's temperament suited him, he would be willing to take the boy as his godson.
Chu Zhiyuan soon saw Wang Jing and their son.
"Thanks for all you've been through." Chu Zhiyuan held Wang Jing's hand.
Wang Jing's face was a little pale. Giving birth was no easy thing; every mother was extraordinary at a time like this.
"He's my son. What's there to thank me for?" Wang Jing smiled faintly.
"Get plenty of rest and let yourself recover properly." Chu Zhiyuan's expression was gentle.
He was not a steady sort of man. His nature was somewhat restless.
But he truly loved his wife.
Beside them, Meng Chuan looked at the newborn Chu Feng.
The little fellow was tiny. In Meng Chuan's eyes, how should he put it...
Plain and unremarkable was about the only way to describe him.
No extraordinary constitution, no powerful bloodline, nothing wondrous from birth.
If he had to name one strength, did a pure Human Race bloodline count?
As for more intangible things like comprehension, Chu Feng was still too young to have shown any, but Meng Chuan knew his