Rong Xingyu rarely stuck out his tongue, admitting he had simply gotten used to saying it and couldn't change it all at once.
After all, they had called him that since he was literally still an egg, all the way until he started elementary school.
But who would have thought that Ding Xinhe who seemed so cool and aloof outside would have such an adorable nickname at home?
When Ding Xinhe was one year old, Rong Xingyu and Ding Yixin officially held their wedding.
Now, nearly ten years had passed.
Time seemed especially kind to the two of them.
A decade later, their appearances had hardly changed.
Especially Rong Xingyu, as the years went by, his temperament had gradually deepened.
He seemed to grow richer and more mellow, like a fine wine.
By now, Rong Xingyu had fully integrated into human society.
Not long after the wedding, out of personal interest, he founded a game studio together with several like-minded friends.
