She had just sat down when Mo Ningyi started to feel sleepy. Nan Yuesheng wrapped her arms around her, "Divine, how old are you?"
"You guess."
He opened the food box, which had many varieties of pastries. He took one out, took a bite, and it tasted quite good.
"100 years old?"
Xu Mohan glanced at her, "You're way off."
"Ah... Then, 25 years old?"
"..." He raised his eyebrows, "I said you're way off from 100, meaning much older."
"Is it 2000 years old?" Nan Yuesheng widened her eyes.
"You're not even close."
"Could it be tens of thousands of years?"
Xu Mohan said, "137,000 years old."
"Goodness!" She blurted out. "That's really o..."
Even though she stopped herself in time, Xu Mohan guessed what she wanted to say, "Old what?"
"Old...people."
He coldly huffed, "Don't think I didn't know what you were going to say."
Nan Yuesheng shrank her neck and said sheepishly, "You could be my great-great-great-great-great-great-great...grandfather."
