"What kind of rotten team name is that?"
Ji Xinghuo's face froze, feeling that it was a name only a child filled with juvenile fantasies, without a completed middle school education, would choose.
Chi Zhonglin touched his nose, his expression awkward.
Ji Xinghuo looked at him, subconsciously assuming it was this guy's doing, but Chi Zhonglin quickly explained, "Don't look at me, it wasn't my idea."
"Then whose was it?"
"It was me." Ren Mian's voice came from upstairs, once again showcasing her capriciousness, "Do you have a problem with that?"
"Uh... no."
Ji Xinghuo had guessed as much, but hearing her admit it still felt unbelievable.
The mature and intelligent image of Ren Mian that had just been established in his mind suddenly wavered, was there a heart of unspoiled innocence under her stunning beauty?
"Xinghuo, please come with me," Jiangnan Caiyi said.
"Caiyi, there's no need to be so formal with me, it feels odd, just call me by my name," Ji Xinghuo spoke softly.