After dinner, Huangfu Zheng addressed Tang Anzhi, "An'an..."
Pfft... Tang Anzhi was thunderstruck by the nickname, grateful that she had already swallowed all her food, or else she would have sprayed the table.
Huangfu Zheng raised his sword-like eyebrows, "Shocked?" Wasn't there nothing wrong with this nickname?
Tang Anzhi rolled her eyes, "Can't you just call me by my name?" She just wanted a more normal nickname. An'an... Lovey?
Just the thought of it made her skin crawl.
You're Huangfu's prestigious young master, the stoic young general. You're supposed to be aloof, so could you please not change your style?
"No," Huangfu Zheng flatly refused without any hesitation.
Even that kid Qin Tingjie had started calling her Tang Tang, so this An'an was going to be his exclusive nickname – he felt it was super suitable for him.
"I'm done eating." Tang Anzhi didn't want to dwell on it; let him call her whatever he wanted.
