Jiang Li, who was reading a book, suddenly jumped in fright. After closing the book, she looked at Jiang Yan with slight dissatisfaction.
"What's wrong, what did you call?"
Jiang Yan stood still, one hand still covered with soap suds, the bubbles dripping intermittently. In his other hand, he tightly clenched his phone until his knuckles slightly whitened.
"It's nothing," he forced the words through his clenched teeth.
As if it was nothing!
His name on his household registration still hadn't been changed?!
Heaven knows how much ridicule he had suffered in his childhood because of the name "Jiang Fugui."
He even vividly remembered the start of his third-grade year when a boy with big teeth ran up to him and said,
"Your name is Jiang Fugui, right? What a coincidence, my dog is also named Fugui."
Jiang Li glanced at him suspiciously, "Are you really okay?"
Jiang Yan switched off his phone and secretly made a decision—
