Song Zhen tenderly gazed into her eyes.
In her eyes, there was nothing of the world, only two tiny reflections of him.
He liked this feeling so much that he couldn't help but lean down to plant a light kiss on her forehead, "If you're wronged, you must fight back right away! If that doesn't work, just learn from McDull and drop my name!"
Gu Xinzhou couldn't help but chuckle.
She raised her hand to gently stroke the stubble on his chin, asking, "By dropping your name, wouldn't I just be throwing my weight around, bullying others under the protection of your reputation?"
"Isn't a name meant to be used by others?" Song Zhen said with a light laugh, pulling her entirely into his embrace, "Zhouzhou, it's been many years since anyone called me by my full name.
After you left, your dad would see me and just call me 'Young Song.' As I became more and more successful, he stopped calling me that too.
