"Senior, judging by appearances is not a good habit."
Chen Zhixing smiled and said.
The black-haired old woman glanced at Chen Zhixing, her eyes settled and unmoving, she spoke lightly:
"Judging by appearances is indeed not good, but by observing your words, actions, and demeanor, I can discern seven or eight parts of your character."
"As a junior, it's better to be honest and straightforward. Don't be glib and eloquent; without strength as proof, boasting only makes you seem more laughable."
Upon hearing this, Chen Zhixing was not annoyed, just found it amusing.
Why, when this person believes Li Changsheng will win, it is considered substantiated, but when he thinks Chen Zhixing will win, it becomes boastful talk?
"What if... Senior misjudged?" Chen Zhixing asked with a faint smile.
"There is no 'what if.' I never misjudge!"
The black-haired old woman lifted the hot tea from the small table before her, took a light sip, and then set the teacup down:
