She looked at Ye Qiu with an intelligent gaze.
"My name is Linglong. The old beggar who gave me food called me Little Tiger. I don't think it sounds good, so I changed it again. It's called Little Sweet Potato. You can just call me Little Sweet Potato." The little girl said seriously.
Ye Qiu was amused when he heard this. Little tiger? This name was quite realistic. Ye Qiu suddenly felt that this old beggar was quite interesting. However, it was a little too much. The tiger was quite fierce, but he couldn't tell the truth.
He's lucky that she's a little small. If she were older and more sensible, his ashes would probably be scattered.
Zhao Wan'er also covered her mouth and laughed. She poked her chubby little face and said, "Then why did you change your name to Little Sweet Potato? Isn't it good to be called Linglong…"
