Watching the person in front of him eat the last piece of pastry, An Qin handed over a handkerchief and repeated the unanswered question again: "What's your name?"
The little man was stunned, as if he had heard this question for the first time. After wiping his mouth and hands, he bowed gracefully and said: "The common people are not humble." He is obviously a boy, but there is a girl's delicate look between his eyebrows. An Qin stared blankly, not knowing what to say. Wu Xiao was also a little unclear and speechless.
Silence...
After a while, An Qin came back to his senses: "There is still pulse even if there is no wind, and rustling even if it is not raining. What a name!" He pondered for a moment and said, "I see you are homeless. Are you willing to go back home with me?"
Wu Xiao smiled calmly: "Having a place is enough to settle down."