As these words were said, including Ming Yihan at the table, several people twitched the corners of their lips and collectively had black lines streaming from their foreheads—treating a mysterious expert as if he were thin air? Probably only Zhiyan could manage something like that.
"Haha, may I ask what esteemed brother's surname and given name are, where do you live, how many brothers do you have in your family, and how old are you this year?" Shasha, seated beside Zhiyan, was now peering over her with great interest and sizing up Ming Yihan with her charming eyes.
"Pfft..." Zhiyan suddenly sprayed out a mouthful of soup she had just sipped. Why did it feel like that question was akin to a mother-in-law interrogating a son-in-law—it couldn't be more awkward.
