But Li Chengyun didn't accept her peace offering, giving her a cold glance. "Brother Ye, Brother Ye, do you still think you're fifteen years old?"
Yu Jingrong grew embarrassed. "I've been calling him that since I was fifteen, I treat it as a term of respect. You used to call your father 'Daddy,' when you were a child. So when you're fifty years old and see your father, can you just suddenly stop calling him 'Daddy'? It's impolite to call him by his first name. Those who glean security from their form of address are not only childish but also mentally ill."
"..." Li Chengyun didn't have a retort. It was indeed just a form of address, and his actions were admittedly unreasonable. But he was just not feeling quite right.
Yu Jingrong fluttered her eyelashes, her lips curved upwards, seductive yet charming. She hooked her arm around his, playfully coaxing, "Alright, alright, don't be angry. Can I call him Brother Ye from now on?"
