He looked toward the person talking—a handsome, tall, and young man who was either sixteen or seventeen years old.
It was Yi Ming, who previously invited Tuan Zi.
With his age and background, it was appropriate for him to address Zi Chen as 'senior.' However, Zi Chen felt upset when he heard it.
"I have stayed with Tuan Zi for many years, and we're as close as family. You don't have to be this polite," said Zi Chen lightly.
Tuan Zi stayed beside him and hugged his arm, nodding readily. "Yeah, yeah! Zi Chen and I are very close! You can just directly address him by his name!"
If they call him senior, how should they calculate my seniority?
Yi Ming was dazed for a moment but quickly revealed a smile. "Yes."
Since these two people had said that, then they naturally had no reason to refute.
Zi Chen looked at Tuan Zi and wiped her tears, scrutinizing her small face as he did so.
