"Ah, Dad, why are you hitting me?"
In the hospital room, Fu Xinghan held a leather belt and lashed it repeatedly against Fu Yanjie's buttocks.
One chasing, the other running.
"I told you Fu Qing, I told you Fu Qing," Fu Xinghan was so angry that his blood pressure rose.
If his beloved grandson really ended up with such a name,
he would definitely be beaten to death once he started going to school.
Eventually, Fu Xinghan grew tired and stopped, snorting coldly, "I've long decided on the name for my precious grandson—it's Fu Hao."
Jiang Xu: "..."
Although that's a bit better than Fu Qing, it's not much better.
"This name..." Fu Yanjie frowned deeply, then slapped his thigh, "Haha, Dad, you're awesome. This name is great."
Black lines covered Jiang Xu's forehead.
Indeed, like father, like son; the level of their naming skills was equally high.
Impressive, truly impressive.
Jiang Xu's parents immediately gave Zhang Yuanyuan a red envelope on the spot.
