"Let me make it clear first, no matter what I say, you can't get angry."
This is how he would react.
Lin Qianyi's intuition told him that Qin Ao probably couldn't say anything good.
He nodded slightly, then spoke calmly:
"Well, I won't be angry."
Looking at Qin Ao again, after getting Lin Qianyi's assurance, he immediately took a deep breath, and then spoke to Lin Qianyi word by word:
“A man who doesn’t love himself is like rotten cabbage.”
“…”
Lin Qianyi raised his eyebrows slightly.
Because it was indeed not something nice to hear, he had already expected this, so it was not very surprising.
"Xiao Yi, why don't you have any expression at all? How come you're not angry at all when someone says that to you?"
Qin Ao was so anxious that he almost died.
"Where are your facial expressions? You have to remember, you're not expressionless!"
“…”
I don’t know if it was Lin Qianyi’s illusion.
He always felt that Qin Ao seemed to be becoming more and more childish.
He couldn't help but ask directly:
"Xiao Ao, how old are you this year?"
"Nineteen, what's wrong?"
Lin Qianyi shook his head, then said in a deep voice:
"I don't think so."
"Ah? Could this age be fake?"
"That's not what I mean. It's about the feeling you give to others. That's the maximum number."
After a pause, he stretched out three fingers with distinct joints, as white as jade onions, and said seriously, "Three years old, no more."
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