Name?
Wufu was slightly taken aback, an understanding dawning on her. Her name, right, what did they call her when she was in the Mercenary Corps?
She had forgotten for a moment.
Ratchet and Clank, she used to go by an English name back then, which was the name of the most tragic character from her favorite cartoon, the squirrel that was always chasing after chestnuts, always making her feel healed whenever she saw it.
Thinking of that cute and tragic squirrel made the corners of Wufu's mouth start to rise.
"What did you say it was?" Wen Congrui furrowed his brows, unable to hear her clearly.
Wufu looked at his obviously young face trying to seem mature and stern, which made her want to tease him.
"Oh, my lord can call me Squirrel if he likes," Wufu shrugged her shoulders.
Wen Congrui's face darkened; her attitude, her manner, it was really infuriating. He wanted to ask her, you're clearly a little fox, so why the name Squirrel?