"But brother you look very young, probably not much older than Xiao Pekingese?" Jin Yutao saw that the look on Chen Yiran's face wasn't too good, so he hesitated for a moment before asking.
Tianxin wiped the sweat off her forehead, it was like jinxing something by talking about it...
"I'm seven years older than her." Chen Yiran glanced casually at Jin Yutao and answered offhandedly.
"Oh…" There was a slight pause from Jin Yutao, then he laughed, "It's not obvious. But if you're seven years older than Xiao Pekingese, then that means you're eleven years older than me. Should I call you uncle?"
"Whatever you like." A trace of coldness seeped into Chen Yiran's voice as he spoke harshly to him.
"Hehe... let's... just get something to eat. I'm so hungry…" Tianxin rubbed her stomach, speaking awkwardly to the both of them.
"…" Chen Yiran and Jin Yutao looked at each other. Their gazes clashed in the air, sparking a fierce fire before they both looked away.
