Sylvan Cheney's deep words, for him, were just meant to be heard.
Jesse Rowan laughed out loud: "Mr. Cheney, you still believe in such things? It seems we really do have a generation gap, which makes sense, since I'm younger and more junior, a gap is normal."
Jesse Rowan's smile was pure and harmless.
"Being young can be an advantage but also a disadvantage, this, Mr. Rowan surely understands," Sylvan said in a heavy tone.
Jesse Rowan's smile faded away.
Really, he just has to take a jab at me no matter what.
This Old Fox.
Can we even have a decent conversation?
"But Mr. Cheney, being young really does have its advantages, like... I can go for six or seven rounds in one night, I'm afraid you might not be up for that," Jesse Rowan revealed a row of pearl-white teeth, "So, being young is great, enjoy love and romance, freedom and leisure, play however you want."
"We have different natures; there's nothing to compare," Sylvan Cheney said in a dismissive tone.
