When Feng Hua reached Qiao Qiang's ward, the two men were still arguing over how the other party had come up with lousy names! They kept squabbling and it was so noisy that it made one's head hurt.
"How long have they been arguing like this? Why hasn't it ended yet?" Feng Hua stood in the living room with Jiang Deng, Xia Jun's helper.
"These two old masters are like two overgrown children. They argue non-stop over the names they came up with for the two children. They might as well go to the streets to look for a fortune teller to do it for them! The fortune teller will come up with names that have good hidden meanings. My family had asked a fortune teller to pick names for the children based on their birth characters," Jiang Deng said with a deep sigh.
