Wang Quan smiled and said, "I'm not saying this because your son seems to be trying to please that older woman. I was just thinking that if the girl learns writing from you, wouldn't that give your son more opportunities?"
Upon hearing this, Feng Haidong couldn't help but laugh and scold, "Wang Quan, do you even have the demeanor of an uncle? My son is only in the third grade of elementary school. Even if that girl is in junior high school, she's already considered to be experiencing her first crush."
My son is too young to even be in love, okay?
Feng Haidong's words immediately made Fang Yong and Wang Quan laugh.
Fang Yong laughed as he said, "Haha, Haidong, you're so good with words! Now I finally understand why your articles are so witty and humorous. It turns out that's just your normal performance!"
Wang Quan laughed and said, "Indeed, your last sentence, 'Your son hasn't even fallen in love yet,' is really hilarious."
Feng Haidong laughed as he said, "No joke, my son is at the age where he likes to play with older kids. He definitely doesn't have any feelings for Liu Ting."
And to be honest, I don't want my son to marry a spoiled rich girl in the future.
Wang Quan smiled and said, "Maybe your son will like it in the future?"
Feng Haidong said, "Then I need to give my son some guidance in advance. Boys can be nice to girls, but they must never be 'simps'."
Upon hearing this, Fang Yong and Wang Quan exchanged glances, almost simultaneously asking, "What is a 'simp'?"
When asked by the two, Feng Haidong immediately realized that he had spoken too hastily and forgotten that the term "simp" was not yet popular.
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