Chen Xiao forced what he hoped was a polite expression, but paired with his grimace of pain and his roughly forgettable face, it was hard for anyone to muster even a bit of fondness for him.
Meanwhile, he slowly and clearly asked himself several inconsequential questions like "How old might you be?" but upon receiving no reaction, he tested the waters with a few curses. A second later, his words spiraled into a lengthy discourse filled with such filthy invective that killing you for hearing it wouldn't seem excessive. Another second passed, and Chen Xiao was already picturing brutish men discussing philosophy with the old man in violent scenarios, before suddenly feeling the urge to pull out a gun and shoot the other party on impulse.
With Chen Xiao's speed of thought, it took him a full three seconds of mental probing to start relaxing a bit.
Once he was sure the other person didn't possess some body-modifying freak's ability to read minds, Chen Xiao blurted out four words.
