Vermilion Bird hadn't been around for long, but they all trusted Vermilion Bird quite a bit.
After all, in many aspects, Vermilion Bird knew far more than they did.
So many years of overseas missions weren't for nothing.
Subtly, within this household, aside from He Miaor, Vermilion Bird had gradually earned the trust of Jiang Feifei and the others.
"Vermilion Bird, what's your real name?"
"Yeah, we can't always call you 'Vermilion Bird,' can we?"
"You guys are so silly. Vermilion Bird's real name must be ugly; that's probably why she hasn't told us. Maybe it's something like Cuíhuā..."
As soon as Vermilion Bird came over, Jiang Feifei, Murong Wan, and Chu Mengyao surrounded her, unable to resist joking with her.
There was no helping it since He Miaor would only play games with them and generally ignored them most of the time.
He Miaor would rather read books than chat with them.
She thought they were childish.
