THE BEST SERVICE FROM THE SERVANT [M]

"Xiao Guo?" The question left Wu Jingguo's lips.

Yu Ming had just said three sentences with over a dozen words, but it seemed like the young Prince was only focusing his attention on how the older man had just addressed him.

"Why? You don't like the way I call you? I can call you GuoGuo if you want. Besides, I know you won't even remember our conversation tomorrow because you're too drunk now," calmly, Yu Ming answered the question, and he could see how Wu Jingguo frowned as if he was thinking hard after hearing the answer.

At first glance, Wu Jingguo looked like he was not drunk, but Yu Ming knew that the young man's mind was still cloudy from the liquor he had drunk earlier, and that was why he was sure the man would not remember their conversation after waking up tomorrow.

"GuoGuo…" Wu Jingguo suddenly muttered the word. "No one calls me by that nickname, and even my mother never used a nickname like that on me."