"You never know, someday a girl who likes you—no, super likes you—might enlarge this photo. Do you think you'll feel comfortable then?"
The old man was undeniably ahead of his time. Even his words hit all the right marks, dripping with smugness. Truly, a masterclass in being sinisterly cunning.
"..."
Hearing Grandpa Xie's words, Gu Jingxin suddenly realized just how impossible this dilemma was. Seriously, could it get any harder?
The man's defined, jointed hand gripped the photo tightly, tighter and tighter, until his knuckles whitened. Indeed, Grandpa Xie's methods were textbook manipulation—calculated and ruthless.
"I know what you're feeling, Jingxin. You probably want to rip this photo to shreds or take it home. But you know your Grandpa Xie, right? Do you really think I only have one copy? Here, take this one. Save it for when you get married. I bet your wife will love it."
