Cheng Yazhou stared blankly at Ge Dongxu like he was looking at a monster.
"What's wrong, Uncle Cheng? Is there a problem?" Ge Dongxu scratched his head, feeling somewhat embarrassed as he asked.
"I'm beginning to suspect we've gotten our ages mixed up. You're forty-one this year, and I'm seventeen. Here I am, the uncle, and yet I'm not nearly as composed as you!" Cheng Yazhou said with a wry smile.
"Haha, Uncle, you've got it wrong. It's precisely because you're forty-one this year, you've been through more, you know the difficulties of making money, so you value it more. I'm still young, haven't gone through as much to earn money, so I can afford to be more detached," Ge Dongxu laughed.
