Xu Jiayang, "..."
Suddenly felt like his heart had been pricked.
He darkened his face, "I'm only twenty-eight this year, and you actually say I'm old!!!"
Xia Weibao's mouth gaped slightly, "No way, Director Xu, you're only twenty-eight? My goodness, you can't tell at all."
Turns out he was only a year older than her husband.
Xu Jiayang, "..."
He waved his hand weakly, "You can go, I just want to be alone."
When Leng Yan came out of the resting room, he actually witnessed Xu Jiayang looking at himself in the mirror with his phone, dead serious!
Almost saw a ghost!
"Mr. Xu, when did you become so narcissistic."
Although he was quite handsome, there was no need to keep taking selfies with his phone, right?
Xu Jiayang put down his phone, his face grave, "Leng Yan, do you think I look old?"
Leng Yan, "..."
Did his brain short-circuit?
"You're not even thirty, old what."
Xu Jiayang thought for a moment, "Compared to Xia Weibao, am I too old?"
