Luo Xiying again pulled out a fruit from her bag, taking a bite, the pink juice splashed in the air, appearing delicious. But who was there to see it now?
"I don't think it's going to be that simple," Luo Qianqian pursed her lips, and looking at Jimo Cheng and a strange man, she spread her hands, "Think about it, if he rose to prominence ten years ago, he would need time to learn, right? I was barely born in the nineties. It wouldn't make sense for my family to buy an expensive electronic product that seemed useless for a young child, right? So those who were still in high school ten years ago or younger can be ruled out, right? After all, that thing wasn't cheap…"
"Not necessarily," Jimo Cheng frowned, somehow he remembered seeing this thing at home when it first came out.
Luo Qianqian rolled her eyes, "Not every family is that wealthy…"
