Through the reflection of the window, Xia Ning already saw someone approaching. She smiled slightly. "Since when did you start to play such boring games, Movie King Lin?"
The person behind immediately stopped his movement. He said in a somewhat resigned voice, "Boring, you noticed me so fast."
"Brother Lin, I almost wanted to call you a three-year-old. Are you bored or something?"
Lin Nan was a bit helpless. He acted like he was sad, with his hand on his head. "Can't believed you called me childish. Nowadays, young people never respect their seniors anymore."
"But if you don't say how old you are, Brother Lin, you look like you are thirty years old. Not old at all," Xia Ning said in a serious tone.
"…" He did not find himself comforted. Lin Nan looked at Xia Ning speechlessly. Even if he were thirty, he would be five or six years older than her. Aging was a terrible thing.
Back to the topic, Lin Nan said with a smile, "So, how did it go?"
