"How should I address you, little brother?"
The boy shook his head: "I'm not called little brother."
Ye Weiming kept asking: "Then, what's your name?"
"Mutt."
Indeed, only bears would appear in the wilderness, so how could there be a kid?
Even if there was one, it would be a mischievous kid!
A disloyal and ungrateful one, who eats meat all day and swears!
Ye Weiming angrily questioned: "You, as a mischievous kid, why insult people?"
The boy seemed very wronged: "I'm not a mischievous kid, I'm Mutt, and it's you who asked me. I didn't swear at anyone."
Ye Weiming calmed down, giving the boy a thumbs-up: "Your name is really unique. However, I, being an educated man, feel it inappropriate to call you by it. How about this, I'll call you Ah Zhong, and you call me Big Bro, okay?"
Although the kid's name was indeed that, as a civilized person, Ye Weiming felt that he could not utter it, sensing a threat that if he did, something might go wrong.
