"I won't waste my time talking with an idiot."
The more Jiao Sansheng thought about these words, the more miserable he felt. Unable to resist, he took out a mirror and took a good look at himself.
"Even a bloody tree called me a fool... Do I really look like one?"
Jiao Sansheng was baffled the more he thought about it.
Looking at his aging but sharply-defined face in the mirror, Jiao Sansheng was filled with confusion.
Once again, he raised his cup absent-mindedly, downing the drink in one gulp, muttering, "This... This doesn't look like a fool's face... Not at all..."
After all, this was his appearance after he had gained some control over it. If he wanted to look younger, it was merely a matter of whether he wished to or not. It certainly wasn't difficult at all.
