Tessa opened her mouth wide in shock, almost spitting blood in anger: "What, an old woman?"
She's only 22 this year, not even 22 yet? To be more precise, she's only 21, right?
21 years old, and she's being called an old woman?!!
"Silas Caldwell, are you looking to die? You're so young, you should be studying, yet you run to the film city to hit on female stars." Tessa gritted her teeth and glared at the boy.
No, to be precise, he was a boy, looking about seventeen or eighteen, with a mischievous smile on his handsome face and slightly upturned lips in a carefree, extravagant air.
As for the woman, she wasn't much older either, probably around eighteen or nineteen.
The boy, Silas Caldwell, initially looked a bit nervous, but Tessa's shout completely calmed him down. He looked at Tessa coolly and said, "What's it to you."
"Ha," Tessa chuckled, her lips curling upwards as she said dismissively, "Right, your business has absolutely nothing to do with me."
