Yin Shuiling lifted her head up after looking at her phone upon hearing what he said. She was serious as she had a look at the man in front of her eyes and retorted, "31 years old, aren't you old?"
Her tone was so nonchalant as if she thought it was extremely reasonable. She did not joke around at all, and she really was not joking. She really felt that he was old now.
Yin Muchen had never been judged by anyone for being old, and his expression was not too good.
At this moment, a ringtone sounded. Yin Shuiling received a call.
Yin Muchen looked at her through the rear view mirror. She used her small fair hand to take out her Bluetooth earpiece from her bag. She used her other hand to tuck the hair by the side of her left ear, exposing her small, snow-white earlobes before she stuffed her earpiece inside and started to talk.
