One issue was solved, and Tang Shaoyang was at ease to resolve the remaining issue. They had their peace, at least, for another twenty years. He was on the elevator, rubbing his forehead.
"Is there something wrong?" Zhang Mengyao noticed and asked. The others turned their heads toward Tang Shaoyang as well. The biggest problem was resolved and yet he had the face as if there was a bigger issue than the war.
"Yes, how should I name my first daughter?" Tang Shaoyang did not hide his concern. In fact, he needed their help on how he should name his firstborn. Should he follow the name of the elven, or should her daughter have a Chinese name just like him? He explained what was in his mind, and that troubled the others too but Alton.
