Zhao Yang chuckled at these thoughts. He casually brought Lord Yang closed to his shoulder before he spoke.
"Hm, you're right. Then what do you want me to call you?" Zhao Yang propped his chin on the table.
He looked playful and casual, but his eternally paralysed face made his appearance a bit bizarre.
At least Lai Jiayi wasn't used to this change and felt the need to smack Zhao Yang's head.
"Uh...you can call me as you wish, boss." Lai Jiayi returned the option to Zhao Yang. The girl was too lazy to think of a nickname for Zhao Tang to call her.
"Then...Miss Lai?" Zhao Yang stroked Lord Yang's head as he blurted out an option. Of course, Lord Yang snorted at such a nickname.
"Big Yang. Why don't you just call her moron or stupid? She's a fool, anyway." Lord Yang tugged Zhao Yang's hair and scoffed. He looked down at Lai Jiayi before flinging his face away, truly looking arrogant.
