The tall, lean, and dark man bowed respectfully upon seeing Ou Lan, "Young Madam, I am Liu Feng, 'Liu' as in river, 'Feng' as in wind."
Oh, it's Liu Feng.
But... 'Liu' as in river, 'Feng' as in wind?
That sounds awful, Liu Feng. More like romantically involved.
Ou Lan sized up the expressionless man and blurted out, "Why is your name so peculiar?"
Liu Feng remained calm, his voice seemingly professionally trained, each word at the same monotone level, deep and steady, as if forever devoid of emotional fluctuations, "I don't know, Young Madam."
Ou Lan chuckled, "Was your dad drunk when he named you?"
Zhan Moxiao furrowed his brows. Was the name that bad? Liu Feng represents a strong wind; isn't that a good meaning?
Li Dan barely smiled, amused by the Young Madam's unique focus on things.
Still expressionless, Liu Feng replied indifferently, "Young Madam, Master Xiao gave me the name, and he definitely wasn't drunk at the time."
Ou Lan, "..."
