Yu Minglang came around a mountain road with eighteen bends, going in circles and roundabouts, and Qian only got one central idea.
"You don't want me to call you Yu Minglang?"
"Focus on unity!"
"..." Shameless!
"Get on with it, once the principle issue is resolved, I can help you with your tasks." Yu Minglang vigorously argued for his own benefits.
There was a time before when the naughty girl confused him, calling him 'brother,' which Yu Minglang thought sounded nice. Recalling it still gives a tingling sensation.
"Oh, a name change, that's easy. Listen carefully now—" She cleared her throat, and his breath paused slightly.
"Bad Egg!" Such a crisp voice.
Yu Minglang felt as if someone had drenched him in cold water...
What kind of nickname is this; it sounds worse than Yu Minglang!
"How's this nickname?" Qian said gleefully.
"Do you still want my help or not?"
"Yu?"
"I should get busy with work, probably won't have time for the next few months—"
"Lang?"
