"City of roses?"
Wharton was stunned and thought the name was quite pleasant to hear.
He looked at Emily and said with a smile, "It seems that our beautiful, gentle and knowledgeable Miss Emily has planned to tell me a poor peasant the history of the capital city?"
"Don't talk nonsense!"
Emily pretended to be magical and patted Wharton on the shoulder. Then she told him seriously, "Wharton, in my heart, you are the best young man in the world. You are not some poor country bumpkin."
Wharton was touched by Emily's words.
Although he had lived in this world for sixteen years, his soul came from New York in the twenty-first Century in his previous life. He was a careless indoors man. He also liked joking.
For example, just now, saying that he was a "poor peasant" was just a self mockery, and it was also a deliberate joke between close people.