"Really?" the man behind her teased with fuchsia lips curled in a half smile. He turned his head to look at the car window, where his handsome and refined features were reflected. He reached out to touch his chin, "It seems... I've gotten old..."
How could he not age, he was already thirty-three.
"President, you're not old at all!"
"But, I'm not as young as Zhou Zhe, nor am I some nationally recognized husband."
"..." Mo Yan was momentarily at a loss for words, interpreting these comments as boastful pride, "President, Zhou Zhe can't compare with you, you're not on the same level."
"Oh, is that so?" The man responded casually, seemingly of little interest, which was quite dull, so he rarely went along with Mo Yan's tone.
He didn't continue the topic but gently closed his eyes.
