After this sentence landed, the entire living room fell silent.
"…"
Lin Huaijin's eyes widened, Xiang Shaoyu's smile froze, and Rong Qi pressed his head, his expression growing more complex.
Rong Yu, completely oblivious to any issues, said excitedly, "If Uncle Lin wants it, we can send it to you as well."
With a clang, the thermos Lin Huaijin was holding finally smashed to the ground.
Xiang Shaoyu slowly turned his head, staring at Rong Yu, "What kind of ridiculous nickname are you calling me?"
"Ah? Ridiculous?" Rong Yu looked innocent, "But I heard people on the street calling you that, considering the many emperors your ancestors were."
Xiang Shaoyu smiled, his fists beginning to clench.
Just then, Huo Yunyi, with his arms crossed, said in a tone neither cold nor hot, "I'm quite unaware, since when did you acquire such a nickname."
