"What's the difference being a year apart?" Jiang Yaoyao flipped through the clothes on the bed, continually grumbling, "Anyway, next year you'll be thirty, and me? Still a little fairy in her twenties."
She picked out a new outfit. "How about this set? Does it look good?"
Bo Jinlan didn't speak.
"Hello? I'm asking you a question." Jiang Yaoyao leaned forward, shrunk the video, and checked the Wi-Fi signal. No problem there.
"Bo Jinlan?"
The man in the video finally responded, "Hmm."
Jiang Yaoyao was speechless. "What were you doing just now? I thought the signal got cut off."
Bo Jinlan's voice sounded subdued, "I was getting angry just now."
Jiang Yaoyao was startled. "What happened?"
"Yaoyao, you think I'm old."
Jiang Yaoyao let out a snort and hurriedly held back her laughter. "I did not."
Bo Jinlan: "Heh."
Laughing out loud and still saying no?
