Ruan Tianling walked down coldly from upstairs, "Ruan Junqi, where have you been?"
Seeing him, Ansel's small face automatically turned into a mix of expressionless, cold, and arrogant.
"I told everyone on the boat that my name is Ruan Junchen."
Ruan Tianling stepped in front of him and sneered disdainfully, "The privilege of giving you a name rests with me. Even if you claim your name is Napoleon Bonaparte, your name is still Ruan Junqi."
"I want to be called Ruan Junchen, or I won't take your surname anymore. I'll call myself Qi Junchen!"
Ruan Tianling's sharp, sinister eyes narrowed instantly, "What did you say? If you have the guts, say it again!"
"..." Ansel felt a slight pang of guilt in his little heart—his daddy's expression was terrifying.
Ruan Tianling closed in on him, looming over him, his icy gaze drilling down.
"Try saying it one more time, kid. If you dare, I'll throw you overboard and feed you to the sharks!"
