"I think, this child has been through so much and is still staying strong in your stomach, and even has the energy to give you a hard time, which shows he is a very strong baby!" Tang Yuran's mother said with a serious look on her face, "So I think, in the future the child can be called Gu Jianqiang!"
With a "Pfft!" Tang Yuran, upon hearing her mother's words, immediately spat out the bite of apple she had just stuffed into her mouth.
"What's wrong??" Tang Yuran's mother frowned and looked at her daughter, flicking off the bits of apple that had sprayed onto her clothes, "Is there something wrong with that name??"
"What's good about that name?!" Tang Yuran said, her face a picture of despair as she looked at her mother.
Sitting around them, Qin Jianyang, Qin Yiyi, and Tang Nan, didn't dare to voice their opposition or laugh out loud; they could only bow their heads and shake with shoulders trembling violently.
