The Child Has to Have a Name

Mo Qian'er looked at him guilelessly. Exactly what do you want?

If I don't lend her the doctor, I'll look petty.

You're a man and the crown prince. Nobody would dare say anything about you, but you threw the question at me.

How infuriating.

Mo Qian'er ignored him and focused on her son.

The child was really thin, like a monkey. Mo Qian'er said in a low voice, "Since you're so thin, I'll call you Monkey. My master told me a story about a monkey who's smart, amazing and shrewd. I'll give you the same name: Wukong."

Lu Fenying put down his book. "What kind of name is Wukong?"

Mo Qian'er raised her head and looked guilelessly at him again. Why was he listening to her talking to herself?

She was just saying it, and hadn't asked for his opinion.

She knew that he wouldn't like it.

"The baby should have a name," Mo Qian'er protested in a low voice.