"Ink itself is a liquid, naturally desirable." The Master of Naming pushed his finger, "Why is the little boy not called Ye Zhaomo?"

"Ye Zhaomo?" Ding Yiyi and Xia Yihan took a look at each other. Just then the baby whimpered. Both of them were more happy. Now they were more satisfied with the name.

Ye Zimo and Ye Nianmo are indifferent. Men feel that it doesn't matter what they call them. Ye Zimo seriously consults with his wife. "Ye Gucheng."

Xia Yi smiles, his eyes are curved, like crescent teeth. "No, Zimo."

decides the name. Ding Yiyi holds the baby and gently shakes his hand. "Baby, your name is...