Looking back, Su Qingying's usually thick and weathered face, like an old mountain, turned a rare shade of red. She let out a delicate moan, "It wouldn't be right, what if you called me Ying'er Wouldn't that confuse me with your daughter",Hearing this, Su Qingying rarely became serious. Her eyebrows moved slightly, and she suddenly smiled and said, "Hmm... Jun Shening, what do you think","Right I think it sounds pretty good too." Su Qingying's eyes curved into crescents as she beamed at the little bundle, "Xiao Ningning, from now on you'll be called Jun Shi Ning. Your mother personally chose this name for you, you know."。