Li Juezhou's eyelid twitched. The girl on the other end of the phone confirmed once again, "Xiao Li, does this work? Or should I call you Xiao Zhou?"
Sang Ning didn't think it was a problem. When she called Song Shiye "Xiao Ye," it didn't feel awkward at all.
Two-character names were always better, like Shen Yi's—easy to say without any fuss.
"I'm 28 this year. If I recall correctly, you're younger than me. Isn't calling me Xiao Li or Xiao Zhou a bit inappropriate?" Li Juezhou's tone was methodical, yet devoid of any annoyance.
Sang Ning hadn't expected this guy to care so much about age hierarchy. It turned out she had been thoughtlessly rude.
She rubbed her chin, thought for a moment, and then lazily spoke again, "Uncle Li, does that sound better?"
For some reason, even though Li Juezhou was the same age as Qin Kai, calling him "Brother Kai" felt natural, whereas calling him "Brother Zhou" somehow felt off.
