Xiaoze frowned and thought for a moment, "But I think Mu Yuze sounds better."
Yan Sijue chuckled, lightly scolding him, "How are you talking?"
Old Sir Yan's face darkened.
Seeing Old Sir Yan's expression, Xiaoze stuck out his tongue, "Okay, great-grandfather, don't be angry, I'll listen to Daddy."
Without any hesitation, he threw this burden onto Yan Sijue.
Hmph, if Daddy changed his name without Mommy's consent, Mommy would definitely be very angry, Daddy wouldn't do that no matter what.
Sure enough, Yan Sijue smiled faintly and said to Old Sir Yan, "Grandfather, there's no rush on this matter, after all, Xiaoze is my son, and no one can deny that."
Old Sir Yan squinted for a moment and then laughed, "Yes, it's up to you then."
However, there was no hint of a smile in his eyes; instead, his wrinkled face revealed a bit of severity.
Even at eighty years old, his authority still remained; just one look could make any of his descendants tremble, except, of course, Yan Sijue.
