"So, need 2 more, our customers wanted to see that again..." Ren was talking to his employees through the microphone on his headphones. At the same time, he was holding you, his foster child, in his arms and lightly rocking you. You were carelessly wrapped in a small blanket.

Ren supported you with one hand while the other held a baby bottle of warm milk to your mouth and fed you gently. He murmured to you, not to his men this time, "Slowly...I don't want you to choke."