Ming Yue Trapped in the Primordial Mine
Editor: Henyee Translations
No matter what, Ye Wuhen was already suspicious. He looked at Ye Qiu solemnly, thinking about something. "Ye Qiu! Ye Qingqiu…"
His eldest son, Ye Qingqiu, was only one word away from Ye Qiu. Was this also a coincidence? Ye Wuhen couldn't figure it out, and the atmosphere gradually became oppressive.
"Young friend, may I know who gave you this name?" Suddenly, Ye Wuhen asked curiously, "As the saying goes, a leaf knows deep autumn. This name is good and has some artistic conception."
As soon as this question was asked, Ye Qiu was stunned. He narrowed his eyes at Ye Wuhen, not knowing why he suddenly asked this.
Speaking of his name, Ye Qiu didn't seem to remember it clearly. He only remembered that when he woke up, this name appeared in his mind.
As for who gave the name, no one knew.