The middle-aged man came to pick up his grandson, and Zhao Hanzhang handed the child to him, casually asking, "What's the child's name?"
The middle-aged man replied, "Your Excellency, he doesn't have a formal name yet. Since he's my only grandson, we've been calling him 'Little Lang' until he's older and gets a proper name."
He looked at Zhao Hanzhang eagerly, "He is destined to meet Your Excellency, please, would Your Excellency give him a good name?"
Zhao Hanzhang looked at the child for a moment, then smiled and said, "I've thought of a name. Although it's common, it suits him well."
Zhao Hanzhang reached out to touch his head and said, "He's still young now, so let's hope he grows up safely. Let's call him Ping'an, though I don't know his surname?"
"His surname is He," the middle-aged man repeated twice, "He Ping'an," and tears began to fill his eyes, "The name is good, really good. We all hope he can grow up safely, which is also his parents' wish."
