Looking at her bright and smug smile, Nangong Mo silently raised his hand and pressed his brow.
With such a money-loving girl, I must become the richest man in the world!
Resolutely cannot let her be lured away by someone else's silver!
"Master, what are you thinking?"
"Or is it... you like the nickname 'male vixen' and don't want to change it?"
Nangong Mo: "…"
Damn male vixen! I certainly don't like it!
The man rested his chin on one hand, his handsome face serious, "I like... good husband, good spouse, good brother, Mo, they're all fine. I'm not picky."
"…"
Yun Ran's mouth twitched, quite speechless.
[Oh please! What kind of messy, cheesy nicknames are these! What kind of taste does this dog man have?]
Yun Ran resisted the urge to roll her eyes at him and looked at him with a smile, appealing emotionally and logically, "Master, these all don't sound good and don't suit your unique temperament. Why don't you think again?"
