CAITO

Despite a strong name, Ling Qingyu shook her head in dissatisfaction. She was quite resistant to being compared with animals. However, many countries in Phoenix continent fancied or romanticized animals into special totems.

"Why? What's wrong?" Yang Qingyue was a little irritated. "Don't tell me, you think this name seems unqualified. Look at Sister Cai."

"Sister Yang pick a good one this time. I don't know what's still insufficient?" Cai Ning stared at Ling Qingyu.

It wasn't unusual for Yang Qingyue to pick up a tiger to match the strength of Ling Qingyu's guards. Fortunately, they weren't referred to as wolves or hyenas, Ling Qingyu comforted.

 Cai Ning's dubious reaction wasn't strange in Ling Qingyu's eyes. Different cultures brought a clash in ideas. As 'foreigner', Ling Qingyu had headaches whenever she thought of someone comparing her with animals, even if the comparison meant the positive side.