Zheng Yufei fell silent for a moment, "How about we call it Nineteen? The day we brought it home was the nineteenth."
I was a bit surprised; this did not sound like something a beauty like Zheng Yufei would say, after all, the name Nineteen was even more careless than Fluffy.
As expected, Min'er was somewhat dissatisfied, "You two really are a match, both so sloppy. Such a good-looking little dog, and both of you pick names so casually."
After a pause, Min'er looked down at the little fellow, "Let's just call it Lucky; it's so adorable, it must bring us good luck."
The adoration was still evident in Zheng Yufei's eyes, "Okay, we'll do as you say."
The meal went smoothly, and the little one was officially renamed Lucky, still staying in my room, as they unanimously believed that the little one was closer to me and that I could definitely take good care of it.
