Ask our names first?
When strangers appeared, instead of asking where they came from, he was more interested in their names. Was Chen Changan overthinking it, or did they ask every stranger's name to determine whether the newcomer was Chen Changan?
"Mu Yunyao."
"Da Huang."
"Chen... Die! Die as in Dad."
"Hm?"
Hearing the name Chen Changan gave, Mu Yunyao and Da Huang both froze.
Wasn't he taking way too much fucking advantage of this?
Besides, who the hell had a name like that?
"Which character for Die?" the man asked in confusion.
"The one in 'my own dad.'"
"Why would your parents give you a name like that? How is anyone supposed to address you? Wouldn't that throw everything into chaos?"
The man clearly doubted whether this was his real name.
"Because my father said I was born having to be someone's son, and that was too unfair to me."
"So he named me Dad. That way, whenever someone addressed me, I could get a little advantage out of it to make up for the injustice of being born someone's son," Chen Changan said with a smile.
"Everyone is born someone's son. How is that an injustice?"
"Exactly, but my father just felt I'd been wronged. There was nothing I could do."
"I'm helpless too."
The man's expression turned strange at Chen Changan's words, especially when he saw that look on his face, reaping the benefits while playing innocent. Helpless, my ass. You look delighted.
"With a name like that, how could anyone befriend you? How could you possibly make friends?"
"You really hit the nail on the head. I... have no friends."
"Apart from my wife and this yellow dog beside me, I don't have a single friend."
"Ah, how pitiful."
"With no kin anywhere in sight, all