His tone was far from gentle, and his face was still dark, but his attitude had improved significantly.
Bo Qingshan's eyes were like shining, bright light bulbs, fixed on Nan Jiaojiao without even the slightest diversion of his gaze.
"Pretty sister, hello, my name is Bo Qingshan, Bo as in Bo Yanching's Bo, and Qingshan just like the green mountain. Because I was frail and sickly since childhood, Grandma gave me this name, hoping the mountain's weight would suppress it. I'm eight years old, currently not attending school. My uncle hired me a private tutor, oh right, and my height..."
Nan Jiaojiao glanced at him impatiently and asked Pei Dongshi, "Is he mentally ill?"
Pei Dongshi: "..."
Can you not ask so impolitely?
Bo Qingshan was in high spirits, but the moment the pretty sister spoke, he clammed up. His hands curled into fists and fidgeted on his lap as he blinked and said, "No, it's not that my brain's sick, it's illness inside my body."
