C118 Little Food Street

"What's wrong? Is there a problem?" Ye Fan asked, noticing Mu Qingyu's dazed expression.

"No... No problem, it's... it's fine," Mu Qingyu stuttered out.

The plaque had already been delivered; was it too late to make changes?

"I thought as much. Coming up with that name really took a toll on my brain cells," Ye Fan said with a grin.

Mu Qingyu, at a loss for words