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Feeling the little imp beside him constantly watching Ye Yongning, someone wasn't too pleased.
Huo Zhenyang ignored Jian Meiyi's words, his gaze drifting and settling on Jiayi.
He leaned down, furrowing his dark brows, "An old guy so old he could almost be your grandfather, and you're looking at him so intently that your eyeballs are about to fall out?"
Pfft, how could Director Ye be that old! Nonsense.
Jiayi glanced at Huo Zhenyang, pulled out her phone, swiped a few times, connected to the local WIFI, typed Ye Yongning's name into the search engine, and showed it to the man:
"According to the information online, Director Ye isn't even fifty yet, how could he be old enough to be my grandfather? Seeing him in person now, he's maintained himself so well, people would believe him if he said he was in his thirties, a quite handsome uncle indeed."
Quite handsome... uncle?
Since when did this girl start fancying older men?
