After a busy morning, Song Lan finally had a chance to rest.
When he returned to the consortium hospital, an unexpected figure appeared before him.
"Old... Mo Lian!"
This peculiar nickname immediately shifted Jasmine's attention to Song Lan.
Old Mo Lian?
What kind of name was that?
Mo Lian looked to be only about twenty-four or twenty-five years old, in the prime of her life, far from what one would consider "old."
She couldn't help but ask, "Do you two know each other?"
"Yes, we've met before in the store, she had just passed the selection that day, it was a day worth celebrating."
Mo Lian nodded in agreement with Song Lan's statement, but she corrected, "However, my name is Mo Lian, not Old Mo Lian."
She also took advantage of the moment Jasmine wasn't paying attention to give Song Lan a cutting glance—determined to one day correct this Dumb Bird's habit of adding the word "Old" in front of other people's surnames.
