Zhong Chu: "..."
President, I clearly saw you sneakily holding that little girl's hand last time, okay!
After a moment of thought, he said earnestly, "About this issue, President, I have to ask my niece."
Yan Nansheng's brows quivered, "How old is your niece?"
"To the President, my niece is fifteen this year, and is in her first year of high school."
Fifteen?
That should be pretty similar to eighteen, right?
After some thought, Yan Nansheng nodded patronizingly, "Fine."
"Then President, I'll hang up first, and I'll call you back after I've asked."
"Hmm."
After putting down the phone, Yan Nansheng lay back down on the sofa again.
Boba "meowed" as it climbed onto the sofa and spontaneously jumped into its owner's arms, seeking affection.
His slender fingers kneaded its chubby belly, and the man's beautiful face seemed somewhat spirited.
About 10 minutes later, the phone finally rang.
