For Xia Lanyan, who is not artistic at all, can carry rice, stack bricks, and teases cats and dogs all day long, she really can't accept such a fairy-like name.
"That boy from the Xia family... Oh no, my daughter, he is bullying that boy from the Zhao family again. Go and have a look!"
"Oh, Xiao Xia's hands are neither light nor heavy. What if a child as gentle and fair as Xiao Yan is bullied? Let's take a look!"
Xia Lanyan: "... Zhao Chengyan, you can do it."
Zhao Chengyan: "Hey, come here, I haven't done anything."