"What's your grandpa's name?" Yan Huan asked again.
"Grandpa is just called Grandpa!"
Plastic Bag asked curiously:
"You still haven't told me your name."
"Just call me a Nameless."
"Alright, Nameless." The girl named Plastic Bag asked:
"Can I take part in this Sunsilk selection?"
"Of course."
Yan Huan looked over the people in the venue and said as if it were only natural:
"You're already inside. The registration desk is over there."
"Oh, okay. Then I'll go sign up first."
Watching the little girl head toward the registration desk, Yan Huan narrowed his eyes and carefully studied her back.
She had none of the Pipici's fluff balls on her head. Unless she was some special member of the Immortality Race, her actual age should have matched the age she appeared to be.
"Plastic Bag..."
Whenever he said that name, Yan Huan thought of trash.
What kind of person would give a child a name like that?
A commotion suddenly broke out nearby.
"Stowaway detected! Requesting permission to apprehend!"
"What kind of criminal has the nerve to come right up in our faces? Do you think us security guards are pushovers?"
"Miss, you do not have a Dream Passport, and the hotel has no record of your stay. You have been confirmed as a stowaway—"
"Wait, what the hell?!"
Seeing the event security surround the little girl again, Yan Huan hurried over.
After some discussion, Yan Huan used the privileges of his identity to get Plastic Bag through once more.
After she successfully registered, Yan Huan pulled her into a corner to get to the bottom of things. Before he could speak, though, the little girl said excitedly:
"Wow, you were amazing just now! I knew I hadn't hired you for nothing!"
"Miss, whether I'm amazing or not can wait."