Yueyao shook her head helplessly and said, "If I'm not mistaken, he has no idea that choosing such a name would have such a big impact."
An Zhichen: "Uh..."
An Zhichen didn't know what to say, so he simply left the study to see his youngest son. Every time he heard about some odd thing Lian Tingzheng did, he felt particularly grateful when he saw his own sons. Fortunately, his sons were all sensible and well-behaved, with clear minds.
His youngest son was named An Yang because he was born at sunrise. An Yang was now five years old and had been learning with a teacher for two years.
An Yang was practicing calligraphy. When he saw An Zhichen, he put down the brush, bowed, and called out, "Father."
