Zhai Muchen was speechless. How in the world did this woman even come to this conclusion? When did he ask her to call Zhao Mingzhu by his name? How did this woman's brain circuit even work? He pursed his lips and then said in a low voice, "I never said that—what I meant was, since you don't know him well, you should call him Comrade Zhao. There is no need to take his first name or call him brother."
"That… would be too impolite." Han Ruochen could not help but explain, and when she saw the man's eyes narrow even more, she could not help but take a step back. "I mean, his father and mine can now be counted as friends. If I call him Comrade Zhao, that would be too rude of me."
