After putting Zheng Haowen in his place, Li Qingsong stopped paying attention to the unfortunate guy.
He said to Chen Yang, "I've been chatting with you for quite a while and still don't know your name. I'm a bit embarrassed!"
Chen Yang smiled and said, "My name is Chen Yang, Mr. Li can just call me Xiao Chen!"
Li Qingsong patted Chen Yang on the shoulder and said, "What a good name you have! Young men are like the rising sun, full of vigor and vitality. Indeed, it suits the brilliance you exude. It seems your father put quite some thought into naming you!"
Chen Yang couldn't help but curl his lips and silently scoff to himself.
His name didn't have the cultural significance that Li Qingsong described.
It was simply because he was born at sunrise in the East.
His unreliable father, watching the morning sun in the distance, directly named him Chen Yang.
If his father had seen the moon at that time, he would probably have named him Chen Yue instead.
