Nie Tianqin was completely at a loss about what Nie Guangyi and Meng Xin Zhi were talking about, "How did you come up with the idea of comparing your figure to Da Vinci's?"
"Professor Nie, your own son, don't you understand? From childhood to adulthood, hasn't he always risen to the challenge?"
Nie Tianqin still didn't understand and asked, "What do you mean?"
"It means that Da Vinci had a particularly good figure when he was young, and I wanted to compare myself to him."
"Of course, Dad can understand that, but who would pay attention to Da Vinci's figure?"
"Professor Nie, what do you mean 'who would pay attention'?" Nie Guangyi retorted, "Out of the three people standing here, obviously two are extremely interested."
"You young people..."
Nie Tianqin looked at Nie Guangyi and then at Meng Xin Zhi.
Before he could finish speaking, he seriously pushed Nie Guangyi back in, said nothing more, and closed the door.
