Hearing that, Lao Xinya frowned. "Don't call me that name! We don't even know each other."
She crossed her arms tightly. "Also, this is my shop. I can do whatever I want here."
Zhao Yiming froze for a moment, then gave an awkward chuckle. "Ah… sorry. Your father used to call you that all the time, so I kinda slipped up."
It was a lie. The truth was, calling her "Yaya" had become a habit ever since she was little, but of course, he couldn't blurt it out that he was Lao Chen.
She used to be so sweet, her singing voice angelic—and just thinking about it now made his heart twist. Because of his own failings, she couldn't even continue college.
"I-it's fine… Just don't talk about my dad. I don't like it," she muttered, turning her head away.
Zhao Yiming nodded slowly, hiding the pain behind his eyes. 'I deserve that…'
However, Lao Xinya spoke again, stammering shyly this time, "A-anyway… It's weird that you know my name, but I don't even know yours."
