You Guang asked, "Uncle, what's my little brother's name?"
"Xie Yizun." Xie Baosheng rubbed his thick palms, "Haha, his grandma and I, your mom, specially asked a master to name him. Does it sound good?"
"It sounds good." The curve of You Guang's lips widened.
It's him.
"We haven't picked a nickname yet. Don't know what to call him."
"How about just calling him Yiyi, Uncle?"
In a previous life, he was also called Yiyi, but it wasn't chosen by her, it was Xia Youqing who picked it.
"Yiyi, Yiyi sounds good."
Xie Baosheng called out a few times, and the more he said it, the better the nickname sounded.
...
That afternoon, when Ning Youguang had some free time, she opened her phone's Weibo interface, edited a tweet, and sent: "The moment you arrived, like a magnificent transformation." Attached was a picture of Yiyi's hand.
Soon after the Weibo post went out, there were comments from netizens:
God of Wealth: "Congratulations, congratulations."
