"..."
The short-haired old man in a tank top and shorts on the sofa beside me couldn't help but shake his head when he heard the words. Just as he was about to advise against scaring the guests, his brow involuntarily furrowed.
He flared his nostrils, sniffing delicately.
"When the visitors arrive later, remember to be polite, Tong Hua," Old Zhang's earnest advice rang out, "Don't just start using your abilities to spy on them as soon as you meet."
"Ah, don't worry, I'm all about integrity!"
Tong Hua's instantly thumping on her chest in assurance was filled with sincerity... yet in reality, only a fool would trust her.
Old Zhang sighed, slightly shaking his head as he picked up the teapot. As the saying goes, good advice is lost on a fool; the child is still young, there's much to learn from life's hard knocks.
He played with the two perfectly rounded iron walnuts in his hand, remaining silent.
Until the elevator rose slowly.
The faint sound of Xiao An's voice.
