Nannan: "..."
It still knows how to be sensible, glancing at Mo Beiyan, noticing the slight resemblance between him and Mo Nanjue, it refrains from barking, and extends a paw to scratch its face.
Su Qingtian smiles as she sees the action, "So cute."
Nannan glares its small eyes at her, "Oww (want) oww (you) oww (manage)!"
"..."
Mo Beiyan grabs Nannan's neck and shakes it vigorously, "Little Fatty Tiger, try barking again!"
Nannan: "..."
Mo Beiyan places it on the table nearby, and Nannan stays still, fearing it might accidentally get strangled and never have the chance to eat meat again.
"Give it a name."
Su Qingtian looks at Nannan, finding it increasingly adorable, "How about Lanlan?"
"Sounds awful, can you be any more rustic?" Mo Beiyan stares at Nannan's wide, round eyes, which suddenly remind him of a little face in his mind; he curls his lips, "From now on, it's called Master Ran."
