"Take my surname?"
Suddenly hearing Ye Suxin swear an oath in this manner, a peculiar expression appeared on Yun Xiao's face. He chuckled softly and said, "The name Yun Suxin sounds not bad!"
"Brat, seeking death, Zheng Guardian, kill him for me!"
Listening to Yun Xiao's teasing tone, Ye Suxin's pretty face flushed red with embarrassment as she suddenly realized how inappropriate her earlier words had been.
On this Tenglong Continent, many women change their surname to their husband's after marriage. Ye Suxin's offhand comment just now was caught by the opponent, filling her with shame and anger.
Of course, in Ye Suxin's mind, she never considered the possibility of Zheng Qiming failing, so she wasn't worried about the crisis of changing her surname. At this moment, she only wanted to tear this slick-tongued brat to pieces to relieve the hatred in her heart.
